Charlotte: I have on cowboy boots. I work in a lab. What makes you think "Dark Side of the Moon" synched to the Wizard of Oz is going to warm my damn barn?

Grissom: I just thought it'd be something different.

Charlotte: You want to be different? Pin me up against a wall; lay one on me like you mean it.

[Charlotte gets up and walks past Grissom.]

Charlotte: You're slacking, pal.

[She sits down in front of the computer database. The computer beeps and starts running through print comparisons.]

Grissom: How long till we get a hit?

Charlotte: It could be four minutes, could be four days but you can bet your ass she'll give you something. She always does.

Grissom: "Pin you against a wall?"

[Grissom casts Charlotte a sideways glance.]

Royce Harmon: [Recorded] My name is Royce Harmon. I reside at 7642 Carpenter Street, Las Vegas, Nevada. I am 41 years of age ... and I'm going to kill myself.

Catherine: [explaining the job to Holly, the new girl] We restore peace of mind. And when you're a victim, that's everything. Stick it out. At least until you solve your first. And after that, if you don't feel like King Kong on cocaine, then you can quit. But if you stay, with my right hand to God, you will never regret it.

Sara: Right, not in the back which made me ask: What kind of a kidnapper puts a bound and unconscious woman in the front seat of his car? The back of my arm isn’t touching the sheepskin but there was sheepskin fibres on the back of Laura’s sleeve which tells us that she sat back like a normal person. “Cut me Mick” (Grissom cuts the tape and even more carefully pulls it from her wrists) Like this. (she shows him)

Grissom: So she wasn’t bound at all?

Sara: Correct, but that made me ask the question: What kind of kidnapper puts an unconscious woman in the front seat of the car even unbound? Answer’s usually in the question…you taught me that! So was she unconscious? We found Halothane on the patio. Halothane knocks you out…if you take it!

Grissom: So you’re saying that she never inhaled the Halothane?

Sara: Proof would be in her blood. Halothane stays in the system up to 48 hours.

Catherine: You're right, you know. I should be just like you. Alone in my hermetically sealed condo watching discovery on the big screen working genius- level crossword puzzles, but no relationships. No chance any will slop over into a case. Right. I want to be just like you.

Grissom: Technically, it's a townhouse. And the crosswords are advanced, not genius. But you're right. I'm deficient in a lot of ways. But I never screw up one of my cases with personal stuff.

Catherine: Grissom ... what personal stuff?

Grissom: Look ... could we have a truce?

Catherine: I would love to.

Grissom: Good.

Grissom: But let me do all the talking to the husband and the boyfriend.

Sara: Are you…Hitting on me, David? (seeing him smile awkwardly she puts her head in her hand) Let me offer you some friendly advice! If you want to pull girls then you gotta get aggressive! Lose the coat, (David looks disheartened at this) the glasses (David looks very disheartened at this) and grow some scruff! (David looks at the floor upset that Sara doesn’t fancy him) You do get a C for cute though! (David looks up in surprise then she smiles sweetly at him)

Grissom: By law you've got to disclose everything. Three bedrooms, two baths, and a skeleton.

Greg: So, how many grains of sand in the ocean, huh?

Nick: I don't care about the ocean, just the sand in my skeleton. Can you pinpoint a beach?

Greg: I don't know. I might have to do some field research to find out. You think Grissom would let me go to Hawaii? (Nick sees Grissom in the doorway)

Nick:(to Greg) Why don't you ask him yourself?

Grissom: Ask me what?

Greg: Oh, nothing. I, uh ... I was just telling Nick about your sand. Well, it's not sand. It's not natural anyway. Here, check this out. (Grissom looks through the mircoscope at the sand) Now, if this were natural sand, the surface would be smooth. This looks more like Fremont Street on a Saturday night... rough.

Nick: Could the particles be sediment from the concrete where we found her?

'Grissom: "He said. She said?" It's about the evidence, Catherine. (he goes to leave but turns back to look at her) And you may not like where it takes you. (leaves, Catherine stands there for a moment)

'Nick:(walks in) You brought the foundation of the house to our lab.

Grissom: It's a six-by-three-foot section. When the concrete dried it preserved a partial impression of our Jane Doe. Did you find out anything about the house?

Nick: I pulled the permits. Summercliff was built five years ago on nothing but desert.

Grissom: That would explain why the body was so desiccated.

Nick: House was sold subsequent to completion, so the homeowner isn't a suspect. Homicide is running a missing persons check.

Grissom: Well, if it wasn't for a leaky pipe she might have been down there forever.

Nick: I think our killer was counting on that.

(talking to Catherine about where she used to work as stripper)

Greg: So, the French Palace, huh?

Catherine: Yup.

Greg: You know, my friends and I used to go there. Payday Fridays.

Catherine: Uh-huh.

Greg: Maybe I saw you perform?

Catherine:(sighs) Oh, I doubt it.

Greg: Why?

Catherine': You would've remembered. (Greg looks absolutely stunned)

Sara: Both guns are nine millimeter automatics. Brass isn't going to like this.

Warrick: I don't give a damn what Brass likes.

Sara: Like I do? If Tyner's dirty, he goes down. I just know what happens when you piss off the P.D.

Warrick: Yeah, it's war.

Catherine: What do you got for me? I could use a rush.

Grissom: Well, this qualifies: 4-26. But I can't give you the case.

Catherine: Because?

Grissom: Conflict of interest. The alleged rape victim is an exotic dancer.

Catherine: And because I used to be one, I'll be biased?

Grissom: No. The suspect's your ex-husband. (beat) He's asking for you, but you can't take it. (Catherine stands up and looks at Grissom)

Catherine: Just let me do the pre-lim.

Grissom: All right. (he gives her the assignment sheet) Do what you can. But after the preliminary, you pass it off, okay? (Catherine doesn't say anything. She turns and leaves the room)

Brass: So I bet you think I owe you one, huh?

Warrick: We work. We get paid. You don't owe me anything.

Brass:(smirks) Fine with me.

Catherine: I'm a forensic scientist.

April Lewis: Scientist... wow. You look so normal.

Catherine: Thanks.

Grissom: Based on the auricular surface I'd say she died when she was about twenty.

Nick: She?

Grissom: It's in the hips. Pelvic bone is definitely female. You know, for a ladies' man you don't know much about bone structure.

Brass: (finds a pair of blood covered jeans) Whoa. Is this a pair of jeans under all that blood?

Grissom: [quoting Shakespeare] Yet who would've thought the old man could have so much blood in him?

Brass: What was that?

Grissom': That's Shakespeare.

Grissom: What did you find out about the psych exam on the little girl?

Sara: The shrink says the kid is in a catatonic state from a trauma. I could've told you that. But she did respond to the name "Buffalo."

Grissom: Respond how?

Sara: She freaked out. (Catherine stares at Sara and takes a deep breath)

Grissom: And... what are you doing about it now? (Sara nods as she looks at Grissom)

Sara: Going back to the girl. I left her in the car. (Grissom looks at her. Catherine can't believe what she's hearing) The windows are cracked... (Grissom stares at Sara, absolutely no expression on his face. Sara breaks out into a smile and stands up) Give me a little credit. She's at the hospital!(Warrick snickers at the fast one Sara just pulled on Grissom and Catherine. Nick also smiles. Grissom turns to look at Catherine. Catherine stares)

Ecklie: You know, you can joke all you want. It's your ass on the line.

Grissom': I think it was 14-3.

Ecklie: Like I said, it's all about results. And, if you don't get them, I will.

Sara: (looking at Brenda's coloring) That's very pretty. (Brenda scratches out the picture) Or not. (Brenda puts the crayon down) Want to go for another ride? (without saying anything, Brenda pushes the paper and all the crayons off the table and onto the floor. She puts her hands flat against her ears) I'll take that as a "yes."

Grissom: But why your mother and your brothers?

Tina: Because they should have protected me!

Grissom': You? (flash back shows Tina’s father sexually abusing her as a five year-old and her mother and brothers doing nothing)

Tina: I was young. I learnt to deal! But the night he came for my daughter…(sighs as she lets out her biggest secret)

Grissom: (realises why she asked her boyfriend to kill her family) Daughter? Who’s…

Tina: The father? I was thirteen. And no-one noticed as my clothes were slowly getting bigger! Nice, huh?

Female coroner: The guy had peticurual hemorrhaging, and I pegged that as probable cause of death. So, I crack his skull open, and what do I find? A cantalope in a soup can.

Grissom: [Raises an eyebrow] Tight fit.

Female coroner: And not from one or two blows to the head. He was also running a high fever, so I tested his spinal fluid. A normal human protein level is between 15 to 45 milligrams. Candelwell's was 60. Did anyone mention this guy had a headache?

Grissom: The flight attendant gave him two asprin. Why?

Female coroner: He was suffering from undiagnosed encephalitis.

Grissom: Swelling of the brain.

Female coroner: It can register like a heart attack. Slurred speech, loss of vision. You throw in the altitude and the air pressure changes in the cabin, and our poor guy was probably out of his mind.

Grissom: A, B, C, D or All Of The Above. Standoff with the police -- guy gets shot in the chest, runs back into his burning house inhaling smoke as he goes. The roof collapses, the air conditioning unit falls on his head, he dies. What killed him?

Nick: [to Warrick] Excuse me, buttercup.

Sara: (realises where they are all standing) Guys (they all turn to look at her) If you jump a guy at the exit, he dies at the exit!

Brass: Yeah! (he moves the fake body to where Sara is standing) And our guy died five feet away!

Grissom: He tried to get away! But they wouldn't let him! And we're not individuals anymore we're a mob!

Nicky: (nods) Oh yeah! (goes to stand next to Sara)

Grissom: If just one person had stopped and taken the time to look at the guy to listen to him, to figure out what was wrong with him it might not have happened. It took five people to kill him. It would have only taken one person to save his life.

Grissom: (to Catherine) I need their shoes!

Catherine: (eating a bag of chips) Why are you asking me?

Grissom: (stating the obvious) Cause you're the people person!

Catherine: (jerks her thumb to where the suspects are sitting) Why don't you tell them that? (Grissom looks very confused) They're not giving me bupbkus! (Grissom givers her the looks and she stands up and forses her chips into his hand) Okay people. Shoes (swallows her mouthful of chips) Off. (they all stare blankly at her) Now?!

Grissom: No, Sara's gonna work with me. You've got a missing person, Sheryl Applegate. Her husband notified the police that she took the car and headed to LA, but she never showed up. A few hours ago, the PD found her car at the bus station. They requested a CSI.

Sara: I am a woman, and I have a gun and look how he treated me! I can only imagine how he treated his wife!

Grissom: You have empathy for her, Sara. You want someone to pay for what was done to her. That's normal.

Sara: You want to sleep with me?

Grissom: Did you just say what I think you did?

Sara: That way, when I wake up in cold sweat under the blanket, hearing Kaye's screams ... You can tell me it's nothing. It's just empathy.

Brass: So, you planning a little late-night luau? Roast pig?

Grissom: It's an experiment. Maybe Kaye was dead five days.

Brass: I thought your bugs never made mistakes.

Grissom: They don't. People do. The victim was wrapped in a blanket. Normally a blanket or clothing doesn't impact insect maturation. The insects usually fight their way in anyway. But I examined the folds in Kaye's blanket. She was wrapped tight---maybe tighter than I realized---which would have decreased the corpse's exposure to insects

Grissom: This poor ham was already on its way to someone's Christmas dinner

table.

Brass: Wouldn't a rabbit be easier?

Grissom: Gotta be a pig. Interestingly, they're the most like humans.

Brass: Yeah, I've been saying that since I was a rookie. You're on your own, pal.

Sara: Any idea how long she's been dead?

Doc Robbins: The elements really got to her. Grissom and his insects are going to have to figure that one out. (Doc Robbins turns around and sees Grissom picking up a bug from the body) Have we lost you, Grissom?

Grissom: [swipes a yellow substance that has dropped on the leg of a shopping cart and licks it]

Brass: Oh, that's sanitary.

Grissom: Mustard. [Glances behind, noticing a bunch of jars of mustard on the shelf] Did you have any clean-ups in this aisle today?

Store manager: Yeah, as a matter of fact, we did.

Grissom: Life holds no surprises. [Takes a jar of mustard from the shelf, checks the price and hands two dollars to the store manager] $1.98 for the mustard, plus my two cents. [Takes the jar and drops it at Brass' feet. The jar shatters, splattering mustard on Brass' shoes and pants]

Greg: It's going to be a tough one to prove. This is only step one. You see, when a person talks saliva naturally comes out of their mouth. Let's say that we're tossing the hog back and forth, right? [as he talks the camera makes note of the saliva that comes out of his mouth naturally in illustration of what he just said] What can you tell me about the hottie that goes inside this blouse, huh? Is it true she's a friend of yours?

Nick: What, is it on the internet?

Greg: Might as well be. Just remember that. My saliva is getting on you, your saliva is getting on me.

Nick: Gross. [Greg grabs a spray pump and sprays it on the paper] What's that stuff?

Greg: Starch and iodine. If this is saliva, we're going to get the old dalmatian effect. So, Nick, uh, if I wanted to meet this friend of yours...?

Nick: No.

Greg: Figured. [Greg sprays the paper] That's a pretty big spot. That's more than just a spray. In fact, looks like a distinct glob of spit.

Nick: Then Kristy was telling the truth. But it doesn't mean it was the security guard's spit.

Greg: Step three.

Nick: I'm going to need a sample.

Greg: Well, the guy knows he did it. He's not going to cough it up.

Nick: If you saw the girl that went with this blouse...you'd try.

Warrick: You just don't give up.

Sara: It's a flaw.

Sara: [storms in, angrily] You weren't in your office.

Grissom: And good morning to you Miss Sidle.

Sara: Warrick has a problem, ignoring it isn't going to make it go away. You asked for a report and then you completely ignored my recommendation!

Warrick: You're a CSI, Sara. You saw me enter the casino, did you ever see me place a bet?

Sara: You're telling me you didn't?

Warrick: I don't need to tell you anything. [Sighs] I went to the casino to collect a debt that was owed to me. We're on the same team. Next time, why don't you try talking to me, instead of going around behind my back?

Grissom: You son of a bitch. You swept my crime scene. You sent cleanup!

Ecklie: I didn't send anyone. It's been on the books for months.

Grissom: So you knew, and did nothing about it even with a man's life on the line?

Ecklie: If you'd have checked the docket like everybody else you would've known what was happening. Coffee? (Ecklie holds the pot out to Grissom, Grissom hits the pot out of Ecklie's hand, it flies across the room and breaks against the door) Guess you don't want cream with that. (Ecklie leaves. Grissom notices the broken glass, and how the coffee drips on to it from the door, he makes the connection with this and the melted glass from the bedroom closet at the crime scene)

Ecklie: (scoffs) You're checking for faulty wiring? Waste of time, Gil. Fire started on the floor in the closet not in the wires in the wall.

Grissom: Look ... if this wire burned from the inside out then the fire started in the wall not on the closet floor. Discoloration throughout the conductor. It burned from the inside out. The cause of this fire was an electrical overload in the wall.

Eclie: All right, you say wall, I say floor. We differ on points of origin. The jury's only going to hear one word: Gasoline.

Frank: So, you're the Grissom they wrote about in the newspaper? I thought you'd be older.

Grissom: Why did you contact me, Mr. Damon?

Frank: Arson specialist gave me your name. Well, six of them, actually. They all turned my case down. Will you help me?

Grissom: Fires are very complicated.

Frank: It wasn't too complicated for the guy who put me in here. (Grissom stares at him for a moment) You think if you stare at me long enough, you can tell if I'm innocent?

Grissom: I don't mean to stare ... but, yes, I can learn some things. For instance, the back of your hands are smooth. You read a lot. You have indentation marks on your nose from reading glasses. Your speech tells me that you're well-educated. Your occupation's not listed in the file, but I think that you had a white-collar job.

Frank: (nods) Paper-pusher for the phone company.

Catherine: The prisoner plea. Brass told me about the video.

Grissom: Yeah. If we take the case we have very little time to work it. The trial starts in three days.

Sara: How did he find you? 1-800 Grissom ...? (Nick laughs)

Catherine: Wait a minute. Ecklie was the CSI on that arson. I see a bad moon rising.

Warrick: Can a CSI take over another CSI's case?

Catherine: Only if they're of equal rank and they're looking for trouble.

Grissom: No trouble. We're both colleagues searching for the truth.

Grissom: I was supposed to pass out some supervisor evaluation forms. Where are they?

Catherine: (grabs the papers and beings to hand them out) Here they are.

Nick: (smiles) Mmm. Get to rate the boss. I dig this.

Catherine: Give him a perfect ten or your ass is out of here.

Grissom: No, it's not. (Sara laughs)

Catherine: Am I disturbing you?

Grissom: Yeah.

Catherine: Good. (Grissom looks up to see everyone standing there waiting for their assignments)

Grissom: Do I seem like the kind of guy who skips stuff?

Sara: So, Ecklie's conclusion of gasoline wasn't based on any physical evidence. It was based on Damon's credit card receipts.

Grissom: I can't fault him for that. The burn pattern is consistent with a gasoline accelerant.

Sara: But, hydrocarbons are found in all kinds of things: Oils ... kerosene, polyethylene-based compounds like laxatives-- even the foam used in push-up bras.

Warrick: Yeah. Under the right conditions, any hydrocarbon can be an accelerant. (this perks Grissom up now that he has something to go on)

Grissom: What are you so afraid of, Conrad? We're just a couple of science geeks. Why can't we work together?

Ecklie: No, we are public servants. We investigate cases as efficiently as we can and then we move on. We're not a clearinghouse for defendants on the eve of trial who don't like what we've turned up.

Grissom: Yes, we are.. if it's our mistake that put them there.

Ecklie: Fine. Spin your wheels.

Sara: Why would there be glass in the middle of the hot spot?

Grissom: Good question.

Warrick: Who cares? The guy torched his wife and kid.

Grissom: Really? Where's the trailing? An arsonist would spread the gasoline around to maximize the burn area.

Sara: He still did the job.

Grissom: Listen, you guys. You're like Dodger fans. The ball game's only in the seventh inning and you're already out of your seats.

Brass: What's this? An anonymous package from county lockup? (Grissom starts opening the package) Yeah, well, hey, just a second. Wait a minute. Give an innocentbystander a chance to clear out, will you?

Grissom: What are you worried about?

Brass: One minute, I'm eating tomato salad. The next ... I'm gazpacho. (Grissom opens the package and finds a video tape inside) With any luck it'll be the next episode of G-String Divas.

Grissom: Could you find that and turn it off, please? (Sara checks the clocks on the table, then finds it and turns it off. The alarm stops ringing. She picks up another clock)

Sara: Find the clock our guy used?

Grissom: (sighs): Not yet.

Sara': This is a good choice. According to the bomb data center which has a record of every component used in any bomb -- from Ted Kaczynski to teenage boys playing with fireworks -- the most recent timing device of choice is made by TimeTell SnoozeWell, $10.99 at any local drugstore. (she hands him the clock)

Grissom: You spoiled all my fun. (Grissom starts to take apart the clock and Warrick walks in)

Warrick': Gris, can I get something clear here?

Grissom: Anything's possible.

Warrick: Catherine gave me this "FP" which was part of the Hansen bomb and I'm supposed to figure out what tool the bomber used to engrave it.

Grissom: You isolate the tool, and then we trace it.

Warrick: Yeah, but he could've used any number of things to initial it. I mean, screwdriver, a drill bit, a box cutter.

Ecklie: You think I want to believe a CSI could commit murder? Hell I don't even want to believe that a CSI could sleep with a hooker.

Catherine: You know what? Nick's private life...

Ecklie: Is no longer private. (beat) Catherine, I'm sorry if you guys don't like where the evidence is pointing. But show me otherwise-- tell me I'm wrong. In the meantime, my hands are tied. I have protocol to follow. (leaves)

Nick: (to Cath) I hate that guy.

'Greg: I would never doubt your word.

Catherine': Smart man.

Catherine: I think we'd better head over to the police station.

Nick: (who is suspected of murdering Kristy) DNA didn't pan out huh?

Catherine: Never have I seen such a clean match. Jack Willman killed her.

Nick: Thank you. (he hugs her)

Catherine: Hey, I'm just doing my job. Besides if they'd sent you to jail I'd get stuck with all your cases. (Nick laughs)

Sara: I ran a Lexis search looking for disgruntled employees, irate customers anyone with a grievance against thrift-right.

Grissom': You get any hits?

Sara: Norman Stirling -- former manager.

Grissom: How disgruntled?

Sara: Let go last year. Caused a commotion at HQ. Filed lawsuits against the company. He's been out of work ever since.

(They may have found a piece of bone and Grissom sticks it in his mouth)

'Catherine: (alarmed) What are you doing?

Grissom: Bones are porous. They stick to the tongue (puts piece in mouth again) and this doesn't stick. (puts it back down) It's a piece of rock.

Catherine: I-I hope you had your hepatitis B shot. (Grissom gets up and starts searching for more bones, Catherine follows) Did you? (Cuts to Grissom and Catherine walking toward a cadet, who may have found a piece of bone)

'Sara: So, ladies of the wedding party, you get a free course in the forensics of sexual intercourse. Secrets of our trade. Lynn, when you had your exam for sexual assault a SART nurse makes a clock like this. (turns around and picks up a piece of chalk to illustrate on the blackboard) This is the vagina. It does tell a monologue. Some bruising is normal when sex occurs. Injuries at 11:00 ... 12:00 or 1:00 indicate consensual sex or what we would call "avid." Injuries around the dinner hour ... five, six, or seven, indicate forced entry. The woman hasn't done anything to help her partner thus sustaining serious bruising.

Warrick: Whatever happened to "You cross the tape, you go the distance"?

Catherine: I was probably saying that to get you to service my needs at the time.

Catherine: You want to take that thing off your head, Greg? It's evidence.

Greg: Cool your jets, Cath. I already got all the evidence out of it. Now, it's all woman. Did you ever wear one of these when you were dancing?

Catherine: I wore nothing but skin.

Greg: Ooh.(standing behind Greg is Grissom. Catherine sees Grissom and clears her throat. Greg turns around and finds himself face to face with Grissom. He takes the headpiece off of his head and reports) I, uh, compared the DNA from the tooth with hair follicles found inside the headdress. I think we have a match, sir. And I think we may have a homicide. Excuse me. (Greg steps back into his lab. Catherine suppresses a grin and looks at Grissom) [edit]

(Warrick has just gone in a pool to collect evidence)

Nick: (laughing) Marco? (Warrick dives under the water and gets the evidence and comes back up)

Warrick: Polo.

Nick: (teasing) You want to get out of there, sir? Pool closed at sundown.

Catherine: (joining in on teasing) Can I get you a towel, sir? (Warrick gets out of the pool)

Warrick: (dryly): Yeah, please.

Sara: (Sara's mad after getting called into work on her day off) What am I? Working food and beverage at one of the hotels? I haven't had a day off in three weeks. I mean if they're gonna call me in at least throw me a bone. Gimme the 419 on the elevator.

Greg: Couple glasses of Merlot, a rack of lamb on my day off. I slept like a baby yesterday. You look horrible.

Sara: Thanks, Greg. (Greg looks at Nick)

Nick: Don't look at me. I got 'sunshine' all night. (Nick glances over at Sara who glares back at him, definitely catching exactly who he's calling "sunshine") Check for DNA in the sexual assault kit and the fingernail, please.

Sara: Everything has to be in CODIS ASAP.

Greg: Oh, is that all? I want to know who's going to authorize my overtime?

Sara: Suck it up, Greg. You're well-rested. (walks away)

Greg: (to Nick) You want a valium for her?

Sara: I heard that!

Sara: This Chilean sea bass is excellent.

Catherine: So is this.

Sara: Okay, you got your missing widow. Her bloody tooth found in her own

Grissom: (furious) This is important. Sometimes in interrogations, Nick, you get one chance, one answer. And while I'm out here screwing around with you he's in there thinking up an answer that he didn't have before you walked in.

Nick: We matched the DNA taken from Lacey Duvall to a cold case in Texas ten years ago.

Grissom: And?

Nick: The suspect's name was Chad Matthews.

Grissom: C.M. The cuff link. Okay, I'm starting to forgive you.

Nick: Sara ran Patrick Haynes' social. The real Haynes is deceased. So Patrick Haynes is Chad Matthews and Chad Matthews is on the run.

Grissom: And he just ran into us.

Grissom: Have you got the DNA results from the fingernail Catherine found?

Greg: Yeah. They're not a match to Patrick Haynes.

Grissom: I never figured a man for the fingernail, Greg.

Greg: But this is where you break out the can of creep repellent. Half of the DNA markers are in common.

Grissom: A possible first degree relative?

Warrick:(About fingerprints in an elevator) It's like the Circle Bar on a Friday night - three million people on top of each other.

(Nick hands Sara a cup of coffee)

Sara: No, I can't drink any more coffee. My body clock is so screwed up. I just want a steak and a shot.

Nick: Tut's Tomb, steak and eggs $1.99.

Sara: Food?

Nick: Mmhmm.

Sara: Good idea. You're on.

Greg: (runs in the room) It's what I live for. You guys are not gonna believe this. You ready?

Sara: So much for the steak, I'll take the coffee.

Catherine: Well, according to her credit card records Portia Richmond hasn't spent a dime since she's been in the Mediterranean.

Sara: She's dead.

Catherine: Not necessarily. She may have been... swept off her feet.

Nick: Some guys still like to foot the bill.

Sara: Really? How would you know?

Nick: Hey, I only go dutch if girls ask the wrong question.

Catherine: What's that?

Nick: "What do you drive?"

Sara: It's a honest question.

Nick: No it's not. What it means is "how much do you make so you can take care of me".

Grissom: The Old Testament? The book of Jonah? And the Lord arranged for a fish to swallow up Jonah. You know what the problem with the piranha, though? They have high cholesterol.

Catherine: Cholesterol is found in humans, not fish. So how does a fish acquire human cholesterol?

Consuction worker: Almost. About ten more feet. Uh, then you should be in the laundry room. You should have more headroom, too.

Catherine: I feel like I'm crawling through a straw! (Groans as she passes through a small gap and the construction worker closes his eyes in pleasure the Catherine notices a beetle) Sweet!

Construction worker: What? What is it?

Catherine: Are you getting this?

Construction worker: What is that? A roach?

Catherine: I'm not an entomolygist but (swivels round to a more comfertable position) I know one! He can tell us! (the building starts falling some more so she covers her head forgetting she has a hardhat on) Ahh! (looks up at the "ceiling") I thought you said this building was secure!

Construction worker: It is secure. Just hang on. The daily "sorties". I think it was an F-16!

Catherine: Nellis Air Force Base!

Alan Rich: So you really pulled this out of a corpse?

Sara: Yeah ... but I cleaned it for you.

Brass: We need to know the make of that knife.

Alan Rich: Well, it's not a knife. The tip's double-edged. Bevels on both sides, downward slope. This came from a dagger which means it's either carbon steel or stainless steel. I get asked this question more than you think. (He pulls out a lemon juice squirt container and puts a few drops on the tip of the knife.)

Sara: (explains to a very confused Brass) Acid in the lemon juice should react to carbon steel, but not stainless steel.

Alan Rich: How's a cop know all this?

Sara: (smiles) He's the cop. I'm the scientist.

Brass: I got a cop question. What are we looking for here?

Alan Rich: Dark spots. (The tip has dark spots on it.)

Sara: Carbon steel. What's next?

Alan Rich: Length. (Alan turns and looks for something behind the counter. He comes back with a piece of paper and a ruler.) Daggers are rarely more than an inch at the base. We got the tip. So, we can fill in the rest. It's basic geometry.(Placing the tip on the piece of paper, he extends the tip of the dagger to estimate how long the weapon used was. It's five inches. Top row, five-inch daggers, carbon steel.(He reaches into the display case and takes out a dagger to show them.) This is the one you want. $24.99. We don't take credit cards.

Brass: Yeah.

Grissom: (Grissom examines the bug Catherine took from the collapsed building. Grissom looks at the bug in the container while Catherine looks through the camera footage taken earlier on the computer monitor.) An anobiid powder-post beetle. Very nice specimen.

Catherine: He likes you, too. Now, tell me about him.

Grissom: Your building collapsed.

Catherine: You assigned me the case. You already know that.

Grissom: Well, this little guy confirms it. This species of beetle eats softwood. Tell me about the building.

Catherine: The frame's made of Douglas Fir.

Grissom: A delicacy.

Catherine: I did find more than a bug. Dry rot, questionable repairs, a jittery Engineer. And check this out. (She turns the monitor to the side to show Grissom.)

Grissom: Forget the beetle; this damage was intentional. You're looking for a homosapien.

Catherine: I know. Gives new meaning to "home wrecker."

Grissom: Catherine, there's a reason I assigned you this case. You're good with people, both the dead and the living.

Catherine: Translation: We're opening a political can of worms. The mayor's involved, an election's around the corner and you could've clued me in a little

earlier. (Grissom looks back at the beetle in the container. He turns eagerly to Catherine.)

Grissom: Can I keep him?

Catherine: Sorry. It's evidence.

Grissom: Don't forget to feed him. (He hands the container back to Catherine.)

Catherine: I know...wood.

Catherine: (to a worker) Where's the District Engineer?

Worker: (points) He's over there!

Catherine: (sarcastically) Follow the tie!

District Engineer: I'm the only District Engineer!

Catherine: Then it looks bad for you! (later) Well if a boat sinks...the last person to check for leaks was negligent!

Grissom: We found blood in your kitchen blender. The lab has matched it to the dead jogger.

Dr. Hillridge: It had to happen eventually.

Grissom: Why?

Dr. Hillridge: You're the scientist. I should have thought you'd figured that out.

Grissom: I haven't.

Dr. Hillridge: Think of the bugs, Grissom. Cycle of life. Angels versus insects. When we die the fable we tell ourselves is we go toward a white light and angels. But you and I both know the hard reality is that insects arrive immediately and begin turning us back to earth.

Grissom: Yes. But the insects haven't killed anyone.

Dr. Hillridge: No. But they'd die if they didn't have bodies to feed off of. And so will I. ... Porphyria.

Grissom: The madness of King George.

Dr. Hillridge: Or the Legend of the Vampire. Which makes it a real hard disease to have. But it's real for me.

Grissom: It's genetic.

Dr. Hillridge: The only thing my father ever gave me. The first time it presented was after a minor sunburn. My lips receded -- so did my gums. I increased my glucose intake and I was fine ... for a while. I began a drug regimen but they only treated the symptoms. I had my spleen removed because it absorbed my blood. But nothing helped. Lesions started forming on my face. That's when I bought my first dog. Bullets and poison leave residue in the blood. Dogs kill clean. Imagine what I'd look like by now without them.

Grissom: You could've tried intravenous hematin.

Dr. Hillridge: Human blood is the richest source of heme.

Grissom: And so you extracted the organs with the most blood-- the liver, the spleen, the heart.

Dr. Hillridge': If you lock me up, I'll go mad.

Grissom: Unfortunately, a symptom of your condition. But you've been killing people, doctor.

Dr. Hillridge: I'll die in prison.

Grissom: Yes, but the people you'd be feeding off of will still be alive. Cycle of life.

Sara: The only person who could have done it, then is the person that was in the car with her, the mother.

Greg: Roger that. You know, I have seen guys drink, like, five gallons of water to try and dilute their urine. It's the old straight flush. But all bad boy Sanders has to do is just test their specific gravity and-- blammo! -- I can still catch their toxic butts.

Nick: Well, if he's got bits of jogger hanging out of his mouth, cuff him.

Greg: You know, most dogs have 42 teeth but, as you've discovered, your Cujo only has 41. Woof-woof.

Grissom: Did you ever hear a dog say "woof-woof," Greg? I mean, what is the origin of that? And what do we sound like to them, I wonder.

Greg: I don't know. Probably blah, blah, blah.

Catherine: Oh, before you came to Nevada you should have looked up the law. Mandatory drug testing wherever there's been an accident. Pee now, and don't tell me you're shy. (to an officer) Stay on him.

Warrick: It's my job. I count at least six balloons, and that's just in the bedroom. The dealer must have come down the chimney. It's like Christmas in July here. Not that Braun even needed any more drugs.

Brass: Yeah, looks like the guy had a pill for everything. Can you get a print off those balloons?

Warrick: I can get a print off the air.

Janine Haywood: I told you I dropped them down the bathroom sink.

Brass: First time I heard that.

Janine Haywood: Look, I took two, gave Tony two and I accidentally dropped fifteen or twenty down the sink. It was an accident. You know, an accident? Haven't you ever spilled a drink?

Grissom: It's been 24 minutes, Greg. When is this thing going to be done?

Greg: Well, with all due respect sir, it's not a baked potato. Did I ever tell you I used to live in New York?

Grissom: Is this going to be a short story or a novel?

[The mass spectrometer beeps and gives out the test results]

Greg: Excuse me. You know, heroin has a nine-minute half-life. After that, it metabolizes into morphine.

Grissom: What's the 6-MAM count?

Greg: A hundred fifty-eight nanograms per mil. Definitely not lethal. The same with your Xanax. Quarter-mil tabs, hundred micrograms per liter. Again, not lethal. There's addicts walking around Times Square with more drugs in their system.

Grissom: So Braun should still be walking around.

[Grissom turns to leave but stops]

Grissom: ...and the point of your New York story was...?

Greg: Oh, I was just going to tell you about another way to take heroin.. a suppository up the coolee. You just stand on your head, and then you let gravity...forget it!

Greg: Oh, is that alcohol on a bug bite? That's like butter on burns, man. Wives' tale.

Nick: Yeah, this is the guy who told me to put hemorrhoid cream on my acne.

Greg: Worked, didn't it?

Sam Braun: I remember the first time I saw you. You didn't have any clothes on.

Catherine: Yeah, well, that was a long time ago.

Sam Braun: I would've taken you home right then if I could have.

Catherine: I know, but you were married and I was a baby. It would've never worked!

Catherine: Who is this?

Brass: It's Braun's squeeze. She's an ex-stripper too. Perhaps you two met in a professional capacity.

Nick: (takes a deep breath) Okay. There are some people you're supposed to be able to trust, you know? I was nine. And she was a last-minute baby-sitter. (Catherine's stunned) All I can remember doing afterwards is sitting in my room in the dark, staring at the door waiting for my mom to get home. But I've never told anyone before.

Catherine: Oh, that's not what I was thinking. [pause] How much does this place clear a week?

Lady Heather: Ten grand.

Catherine: I'm not with the IRS.

Lady Heather: Okay. Twenty.

Catherine: I don't make that in…three months.

Lady Heather: Sex pays a lot better than death.

Catherine: Plus the outfits are cooler.

Lady Heather: Well, I have this genius tailor. Worked at the Desert Inn back in the day. I let him come in weekends and play human ashtray, he designs for me and my girls. It's a fair trade.

Catherine: You got a good thing going here. And the best part is that these guys think getting slapped around and humiliated is their fantasy.

Lady Heather: Like I told my daughter—

Catherine: You got a daughter?

Lady Heather: Eighteen this month. Freshman at Harvard.

Catherine: Really? Mine's seven.

Lady Heather: Oh, that's a great age.

Catherine: Yeah.

Lady Heather: When I thought Zoe was old enough to hear it, I told her, "Honey, there are a lot of things you can give a man. Your body, your time, even your heart. But the one thing you can never, ever, ever let go of is your power."

Catherine: All my mother ever said to me was "Cash up front."

Lady Heather: Don't take this the wrong way, but I think you've got everything it takes to make a great dominatrix.

Catherine: I take that as a compliment.

Lady Heather: Well you should. It's just about knowing yourself, being strong…and not taking any crap from powerful jerks who are used to giving it all day long.

Catherine: Well, death is still a man's business. And I don't have to tell you about police work.

Lady Heather: So how do you survive?

Catherine: By knowing myself. And working hard. And not taking any crap from powerful jerks who are used to giving it all day long.

Lady Heather: I can read anyone who walks through this door and know their desires. Sometimes even before they do.

Grissom: I'm that obvious, huh?

Lady Heather: Only because you try not to be.

Catherine: I just realized that you and I have a very healthy relationship.

Grissom: We do?

Catherine: When we have a problem, I don't paint Greg in latex and stick a straw up his nose.

Grissom: Good. He'd probably like it.

Catherine: You're supposed to say something revealing back to me.

Grissom: Okay. I never told anyone this, Catherine......

[screen fades to black]

Grissom: To get to the evidence, we may destroy the evidence.

Catherine: Do you get these haikus out of a book, or do they just come to you?

Grissom: Every time you find a body, you have to choose a path. And when you take that path, grasshopper, you risk destroying the evidence.

Catherine: We grab a trough and some fine-mesh screens and pretend like we're panning for gold, Master.

Grissom: Okay, let's run this. Amanda was tired of being number two, so she calls up Mrs. Logan to discuss her affair with her husband. But Mrs. Logan doesn't just discuss it she throws down the gauntlet.

Catherine: Amanda broke the only rule. Don't call the missus.

Nick: Now he really has a problem.

Warrick: Two problems. His wife is going to leave him, take half his money and he was going to jail.

Sara: You got to admit, his solution was ingenious.

Grissom: Most killers take their time planning a murder. He took his time covering it up. Forty-eight hours to be precise. So Logan cleans up the crime scene and calls his lawyer. Asks him to help him with his little charade. I mean, what better way to protect your assets than to pay a kidnapper who's already on retainer?

Catherine: Everything from that point on was calculated.

Grissom: Blood on his hands...he's the last customer of the day at the bank. Acting suspiciously...

Catherine: ...driving recklessly.

Warrick: He knew he'd get hauled in to the cops.

Catherine: You bet your ass. He didn't leave those sunglasses behind by accident. His cell phone rang on cue. The call's for me. He practically forced that money into his lawyer's hands.

Grissom: Out of one pocket, into the other. I especially liked the little show he did for us in the coroner's lab. Trying to find out how much we knew.

Nick: Why make the map? Why lead Catherine to the body?

Grissom: Because without the body Logan would always be under suspicion.

Sara: If not by the police, by his wife.

Warrick: So, he left these wine glasses for you to find.

Catherine: Sure, we wanted us to suspect the wife. That's why he used her SUV to transport the body. And he let me mark the money because he knew that eventually his lawyer would touch it.

Sara: Why though? The money was in a suitcase.

Warrick: A million dollars. Pretty tempting.

Grissom: I saw the locker and I saw Logan's briefcase. It was too big to fit inside. His lawyer had to remove the cash by hand.

Sara: How could he possibly know that Catherine was going to mark the money?

Warrick: I hear Grissom goes there all the time. Like even on his nights off.

Nick: [Walking over to the fridge] Why does that not surprise me? [He opens the fridge and sighs] Man, something stinks in here again. [He grabs his lunch out of the fridge]

Sara: What, bad milk? Cottage-cheese bad?

Nick: Worse. It's all over my sandwich. Smell that. [He hands her his sandwich, she reacts to the smell. She then kneels down to look in the fridge and sees a container on the top shelf]

Sara: Yeah. He's got one of his experiments in there.

Nick: You're kidding me?

Catherine Blood or bugs?

Sara: It's not bugs.

Warrick: Oh, that's so not cool. That's a community fridge.

Nick: Man, someone has got to talk to Grissom about this.

Grissom: [Walking in]: Talk to me about what?

Nick: You leaving your experiments in our refrigerator.

Grissom: Well, the lab fridge was full. I put in last night.

Nick: Well...

Grissom: I'm going to test for horizontal motion on bloodstains. Vis-a-vis surface textures. [Nick looks annoyed. Catherine takes a sip of her coffee and discretely tries to ignore the smell. Grissom is clueless as he takes out the container of blood from the fridge and opens it] Hey, any of you guys got any linoleum at home? [Catherine catches a smell of the open container and this time, she discretely pinches her nose trying to avoid the smell. Sara is quiet]

Nick: [sits down still annoyed at being ignored] That blood is rank, man.

Grissom I know. That's why the Red Cross gives it to us 'cause it's past its expiration date. [Grissom puts it back in the fridge and talks to Catherine about the case a little then leaves]

Warrick: Way to go, Nick. You really told him.

Nick: I told him...he just didn't hear it.

Grissom: I'm working a case!

Sara: I thought WE were working a case!

Grissom: You're right!

Sara: Aren't you going to tell me anything?

Grissom: Take some pictures of the experimnt for the DA and then clear that stuff up!

Horatio: (laughs at Catherine's comment which earns him a jealous look from Calleigh)

Calleigh: Do you have a theory on how the mother and girl ended up here from Las Vegas?

Catherine: We don't work theories! (notices Warrick checking out Calleigh) Do we, Warrick?

Warrick: (snapping back to reality) No, just the evidence!

Calleigh: (laughs) Well, we're a bit more fanciful down here. Aren't we Horatio?

Horatio: I'd say that's a fair point!

Horatio: (as Calleigh walks up to him) Hey!

Calleigh: (her and Horatio puts their heads together as she whispers) Delko esta en el canal en punto de sacar algo muy insteresante! (Delko's down at the channel. He's found something very interesting)

Horatio: Si carla vestos! (Calleigh nods solemly and walks away)

FBI: (nods to where Calleigh was just standing) What did she just say?

Horatio: SHE just said the you need to learn the language!

Horatio: (sees Sasha sitting in amongst trees) Sasha! (as she looks at him he says quietly as in not to scare her) Sasha? (he walks up to her) My name is Horatio!

Sasha: (frowning at the weird name) Horatio?

Horatio: (nods) Yeah! That's a weird name isn't it? My mother named me after a famous writer named Horatio Alger!

Greg: Psst, Grissom. [whispering] We got a development. I went over those swatches that Sara gave me from the bed sheet.

Grissom: Are you whispering?

Greg: I don't want that Gerard guy to hear me.

Grissom: Well, he's not here, so stop it.

Nick: (Looking at his beeper before going to the lab across the hall) You beeped me from across the hall

Greg: Uh yeah, I waved, you didn't look up.

Marjorie Westcott: [on television] Aside from the fact that the other woman in this case also known as Tonya is still at large and is still a likely suspect in this murder the evidence Las Vegas CSI did collect the evidence they're using to railroad my client, Tom Haviland, has been completely and irretrievably compromised. I'm holding in my hand compromised, contaminated evidence, ladies and gentlemen. CSI should be ashamed; and you, as citizens, should be outraged. This is not how we do things in America.

Grissom: So relax. If any of us had failed the yearly proficiency test, we wouldn't be here.

Catherine: You completely forget, don't you? My test is on appeal.

Grissom: Oh, right.

Catherine: Board said I was wrong on one question. I said the question was ambiguous. They're going to rule my way, but not before the prelim. [sighs] Just trying to rattle me.

Grissom: Is it working?

Catherine: Maybe I should just take a page out of your book. If I don't collect or analyze anything, I don't have to testify. Of course, it helps to be boss. Very politic. Ecklie must be rubbing off on you.

Grissom: Yeah, that's it. Ecklie.

Warrick: I just got served. Movie star's lawyer wants the shirt that I wore to the crime scene.

Grissom: So give it to him.

Warrick: I had to throw it out.

Grissom: Why?

Warrick: It was covered in the blood from the accident victim.

Grissom: Well, you have to find it; otherwise, it'll look like you've got something to hide.

Warrick: Oh, CSI's on trial now?

Grissom: CSI's always on trial, Warrick; you know this. Burden of proof is on us.

Nick: [as he and Dr. Gerard are reviewing video surveillance] Looks like Raymond was disposing of the bodies for your client. You think he ran out of time before he could move Kim's out?

Dr. Phillip Gerard: Or Ray was disposing of them for himself. You've just supplied Tom Haviland with reasonable doubt.

Nick: No. What I showed you on video is Ray in the casino during the time the murders were committed.

Dr. Phillip Gerard: His zeal is clouding his judgment. It's not what did happen; it's what the jury will believe could have happened.

Grissom: [to Dr. Gerard] What happened to you? You were a pioneer in forensic science. How many bad guys did you put away in Hennepin County?

Dr. Phillip Gerard: My share. How many innocent men have been locked away since then because of sloppy investigating shortcut forensics?

Grissom: No, no, no, no. You're subverting good evidence. These are good people.

Dr. Phillip Gerard: The accused is entitled to the best defense possible.

Grissom: The accused is entitled, yeah. He's a movie star, that's why he's entitled. He's killed two women. You know it. But you're willing to decimate these CSIs so that you can spoon-feed a jury into letting him walk.

Dr. Phillip Gerard: A jury believes me because of my reputation just like they do you.

Grissom: The difference is, Philip, I get the same paycheck regardless of what I testify to.

Dr. Phillip Gerard: I'm saying this as a friend. For the reputation of CSI, tell the D.A. to drop this, re-file down the road.

Grissom: What about the victims' families? Who's their friend? [Dr. Gerard doesn't answer] My guys will see you in court.

Sara: There was another guy in that room. That's, that's great. The defense has us moving so fast we can't make sense of our own evidence.

Grissom: Looks like that old Hollywood saying: "Never get caught with a dead girl or a live boy." So, let's see Tom's in bed with what he thinks are two girls. He reaches down on one, becomes very confused. Most guys would have just cleared the room and gargled with whiskey. But Movie Boy, who brags about doing his own stunts, couldn't take the thought of having a man in his bed, so he freaked out.

Dr. Phillip Gerard: [to Grissom] You're not running evidence. Or have you changed your mind? [Grissom doesn't say anything] By the way, tell your mother I say 'Hello' next time you talk. I was so impressed that night we all had dinner. The sign language... how you interpreted for her. Fluid, didn't miss a beat.

Nick: Yeah. [Catherine doesn't say anything] Don't look at me that way, okay? I wrote it down on the evidence envelope. I had to move fast. The casino manager wanted us out of there.

Catherine: The dice places Tom at the murder. Victim's blood mixed with his saliva.

Nick: I was sweating bullets looking at those photos.

Catherine: Did the judge exclude the dice?

Nick: No. No, just my credibility.

Warrick: Damn! Why didn't I see that coming? Gambling?

Nick: Hey, we're all in Nevada. It's legal; don't worry about it.

Warrick: Legal doesn't matter in there. You know the judge is going to throw out our blood evidence, right?

Nick: Truth is, it is compromised, Warrick.

Warrick: The blood is fine. It's their methods that are dirty.

Grissom: Your guys didn't get any extended body photos?

Brass: Chest, hands, arms right there.

Grissom: I need lower extremities for comparison.

Brass: Hey, Marjorie Westcott blew in here and shut us down. She said if we wanted full body shots we were going to have to get a court order. So the D.A.'s working on it.

Grissom: When, between testimony?

Brass: No kidding. Meanwhile, we're presenting half a case to a judge.

Marjorie Westcott: [to Sara] You date... you and Hank. You share a subtle communication. Did he move the bra to where you might have wanted it?

Sara: I didn't want it anywhere. I collect evidence without emotion.

Marjorie Westcott: You do get emotionally involved, though with the men on your cases. Hank Peddigrew isn't the first time.

Sara: Excuse me?

Marjorie Westcott: A murder investigation at the residence of one Charles Renteria. Eyewitness stated he saw you and your supervisor Gil Grissom standing alone outside and you were touching him in a romantic gesture.

Sara: I brushed chalk from his face.

Marjorie Westcott: Is that what they're calling it now?

Prosecutor for CSI: Objection, your honor.

Sara: Drywall dust. We were looking for a body.

Marjorie Westcott: It's a fair question, your honor. Just how far will Ms. Sidle go on the evidence to please her boss, Gil Grissom, whether he returns her attentions or not?

Catherine: I'm not ahead of myself. I'm up there front and center taking hits along with the rest of CSI. You know, you've turned into a really lousy leader. I need your help, and you're on the sidelines.

Marjorie Westcott [to Catherine]: You took your clothes off for a living.

Greg: That's right and you know my grandfather was tossed from Norway for getting my grandmother pregnant before they got married. To this day he still tells me, "Som man reder sa ligger man". [long pause] One must lie in the bed one has made.

Grissom: That's true. Right foot first, please.

Greg: Are you sure you want me to do this? Things could get loud in here!

Greg: [Greg limps into Grissom's office wearing only socks] What did you do to me?

Grissom: You had a reaction.

Greg: (laughs sarcastcally) I'm Hazmat meat. (sits down in pain) Quarantine, here I come. [Greg pulls off the socks and puts both his feet up on Grissom's desk. Grissom examines Greg's right foot]

Grissom: Your right foot, I swabbed with a placebo, regular tap water.

Catherine: I was scared...and I still am. [Warrick puts his arms around Catherine] Don't tell anyone, okay?

Grissom: You know what's really sad? This wasn't just a murder. It was a hate crime. Kevin Marcus hated himself.

Greg: There's, uh, something weird going on with the hairs from the ropes. Well, not weird. More like...hair-raising. (Grissom doesn't smile or laugh) Sorry, bad one.

Nick: Okay, back to midgets.

Grissom: Nick? "Dwarves" or "little people."

[After Catherine was attacked at a crime scene, she fell into the victim's blood]

Catherine (to Warrick): Don't touch me, I'm evidence.

Sara: Is this some kind of convention?

Grissom: Little People Convention. Every year they come from all over the world to a designated city. Socialize, network. It's their Prom, Olympics, and New Year's Eve all rolled into one. (As they walk, a man in a wheelchair nearly runs into Nick)

Melanie Grace: My first IOLP convention -- I walk in, see 200 Dwarfs staring back at me and what goes through my head? "There's no way I look like these people." I ran.

Grissom: But you went back.

Melanie Grace: Eventually. I guess I realized it's nice to see eye-to-eye with someone.

Grissom: Mm.

Melanie Grace: I get the impression that's a little tough for you. "The freaks have looked at her in a secret way and tried to connect their eyes with hers as though to say, we know who you are. We are you."

Grissom (smiles): Faulkner.

Melanie Grace: Close. Another southern writer. Carson McCullers.

Grissom: I think we look for the differences in each other to prove that we're not alone.

Melanie Grace: What's yours? Your difference? (Grissom is silent) Mine's the worst. Random gene. Anyone can have a dwarf. Sometimes I've even seen terror in average-size people's eyes. I remind them that their little carbon copies might not be such a copy after all.

Grissom: Well, mine's genetic, progressive and impossible to predict.

Melanie Grace: And hard to notice ... unless you tell someone.

Melanie Grace: Does he ever talk?

Sara: Yeah. At, uh, random intervals.

Grissom: I was admiring your reaching tool.

Melanie Grace: I have one I use to wipe my tush with. Would you like to take a look at that, too?

Greg (grumbling about Grissom): You know, I hate it when he does that. I like to make a presentation, you know?

Dr. Robbins: Okay. In fourth grade, I dropped out of karate class because a kid half my size made me cry.

Grissom: About the body.

Sara: You know you pulled me away from a forensic anthropology seminar, right? It's required. It's part of the continuing education program.

Grissom: Well, I'm sorry, but everyone seems to have something to do today. I have a teenager who was run over by a taxi. He wasn't hit by it; that's not what killed him. He was stabbed, fatally. For now, I have no ID, no suspects and no primary crime scene. I need you.

Grissom: How would you like to be part of an experiment?

Judy: I- I'm a secretary, besides, I heard what you did to Greg's feet.

Grissom: You'll keep your shoes on, I swear.

Thug: [After Brass is questioning them for beating a taxi driver who was supposedly fleeing a crime scene] If we were wearing badges, you guys would be giving us medals.

Brass: If you guys are wearing badges, I'm playing left wing in the NHL.

Grissom: You know, ravens, like eagles, have been known to travel 30 miles from roost to feeding ground.

Catherine: 30 miles in every direction. Pi-r-squared. That means that we're looking at a ... 2,800 mile search area.

Grissom: "Once upon a midnight dreary while I pondered weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore."

Catherine: We're up a tree and you're quoting Poe. Give me something.

Grissom (holding the eyeball): "Quoth the raven: Only this and nothing more."

Warrick: Hey, I hear David's resurrecting the dead now.

Grissom (chuckles): Yeah, our little miracle worker.

Clyde: Look, everyone tries to get an edge in this business. I use jokes.

Warrick (hangs up the phone): Fred Sterns just passed away. Again.

Grissom: Dead guy. Not funny.

Sara (at a garbage dump): You know the average Nevadan generates three times more waste than the average American?

Nick: Yeah, well that's tourist trash.

Sara: Thirteen million pounds per day. I went to the recycling forum in March.

Catherine: The landfill manager says this is the active cell. Spotter says cell lift moves forward 20 feet a day. That puts the active cell right ... pretty much in front of us.

Nick: Man! You find the best evidence in the nastiest places.

Catherine: You are what you throw away.

Sara: It's like peeling an onion in peoples' lives.

Catherine: Well, this onion is our time line so peel back accordingly.

Catherine: Heard you got to be superhero today.

Doc Robbins: I consider myself a superhero every day.

Sara: Cans are on private property, it's not trash day, how did you get consent?

Catherine: I talked to the president of the owner's association.

Nick: What'd you threaten her with?

Catherine: A return visit.

Catherine (about the vic): What kind of identifying characteristics do we have?

Doc Robbins: Second degree midline episiotomy scar.

Catherine: Well, that narrows it down to more than half the women in this country who gave birth.

Doc Robbins: But there might be one other thing. At first I thought appendectomy, but check out her x-ray. She's had surgery. Some kind of implant at the L4-L5 interspace. I'll know more when I open her up.

Catherine: You're my hero, Al.

Doc Robbins: An artificial spinal disc. If you can recreate a spine the possibilities are endless.

Doc Robbins: Eh, typically, but it can limit mobility. With that little disc, your body doesn't know the difference. Matches range of motion, flexibility and an axial rotation of a normal spine. Still in clinical trials. Less than a thousand surgeries have been performed in this country.

Greg: I thought we had a relationship! What are you doing taking Archie into the field instead of me?

Nick: Right tool for the right job, man. You have to understand the world you're investigating (Greg gives Nick a look) Hey, Archie? What's that "Star Trek" episode with that guy and the forehead thingy and the time portal...?

Brass: Gil, do me a favor. Get a sport car. It's a lot cheaper and easier to handle.

Lady Heather: Unfortunately the language we speak in here doesn't necessarily translate to the world out there.

Grissom: No, in here, the submissive has the power... all he has to do is say the safety word and everything stops.

Lady Heather: Very good, Mr. Grissom.

Grissom: I'm just repeating what I've heard.

Lady Heather: You're a good listener.

Grissom: Part of the job.

Lady Heather: So, this is work?

Grissom: Yes, but I value your insight.

Lady Heather: I'm flattered...but you already seem to know the answers to your questions. You keep me in proximity when I walk away [She moves closer to him] and when I'm close you watch my lips. Are you losing your hearing?

Grissom: I'm losing my balance.

Lady Heather: Your sense of self?

Grissom: No, I know who I am.

Lady Heather: Do you?

Grissom: Yes... I do. [He touches one side of her cheek with one hand then the other with his other hand] You can always say "stop".

Lady Heather: So can you.

[Screen fades, then the next scene of them is in the morning at Lady Heather's house, having tea]

Doc Robbins: I wish you had come to me sooner. The condition is pretty far along. Why'd you wait?

Grissom: [sighs] I hoped it would go away.

Doc Robbins: Doesn't your mother have this condition?

Grissom: Yeah. It's hereditary. I know I wasn't rational.

Doc Robbins: Look, Gil. I'm not gonna preach to you, you came to me. But Doctor to Doctor there's a chance the bone deposits have spread into the inner ear. In which case your hearing loss will eventually be permanent. If I were you, I'd schedule surgery as soon as possible.

Grissom: Sad, isn't it doc? Guys like us, couple of middle aged men who have allowed their work to consume their lives. The only time we ever touch other people is when we are wearing our latex gloves. We wake up one day and realize that for fifty years we haven't really lived at all. But then all of a sudden we get a second chance. Somebody young and beautiful shows up, somebody we could care about. She offers us a new life with her. But we have a big decision to make, right? Because we have to risk everything we've worked for in order to have her. I couldn't do it, but you did. You risked it all. And she showed you a wonderful life, didn't she? But then she took it away and gave it to somebody else, and you were lost. So you took her life, you killed them both and now you have nothing.

Dr. Vincet Lurie: I'm still here.

Grissom: Are you?

[Camera shows Sara on the other side of the glass, she watched the entire thing]

Doc Robbins: Dismembering an adult male with this much precision and without cutting through the bone. 12 hours minimum.

Catherine: Half of a day. That's patience.

Doc Robbins: The, uh, patella was cleanly removed. And with one slice, the femur was separated from the tibia and the fibula. There's a perverse elegance to this butchery.

Catherine: Well, I'm not so sure I see it that way. A killer with knowledge of anatomy whose tool is a scalpel. I think that the butcher was a doctor.

[Grissom fishes the body out of the pool and discovers that it is a mannequin.]

Grissom: This is not a crime scene.

[Alarms go off, Grissom and Brass enter the building to find broken glass, the Japanese sword missing and the security guard tied to a chair with duct tape over his mouth.]

Grissom: This is a crime scene

Nick: [Nick puts tape over the finger print on the handle of a supposedly priceless samurai sword. When Nick pulls the tape to lift the fingerprint, it tears off part of the handle.] Grissom...how good is our insurance?

Grissom: Well, unless I get this evaluation in, I'm gonna get written up.

Catherine: Okay. My goals...Oh, all right, okay, for starters, I'd like two consecutive nights off. I would like to cut my triples down to 10 instead of the usual 20, and I would love to find a reliable babysitter so I could have myself some kind of a personal life.

Grissom: You don't have a personal life?

Catherine: Write this down: I haven't had sex in six - no, seven months!

[Grissom stops writing on the evaluation and he looks at her]

Grissom: How can I help?

[Catherine's eyes widen]

Grissom: You... Advance, I mean. You... have any interest in changing sections in the lab? For instance.

Catherine: Gil, how do you do this? Honestly, how do you juggle scheduling and vacations and time...

Grissom: The goal of any supervisor is to teach someone to take his place someday.

Catherine: Are you goin' some place?

Grissom: You never know.

Catherine: Are you considering me?

Grissom: Why not? You're certainly qualified. [She gets up to leave] But a CSI who uses the DNA lab to establish her own paternity calls into question her judgement. Don't you think?

[He hands her the evaluation to sign and she thumbs through it]

Catherine: You left that out. Ar-are you covering for me?

Grissom: I believe that we dealt with this issue, handled it internally. As far as I'm concerned it's dead. And besides you'll never do it again. So, just sign your name by the red X.

Catherine: Before I sign, um... since we're putting all of our cards on the table there's something you should know, Sam Braun wrote me a check and I cashed it.

Grissom: For how much?

Catherine: Enough where Lindsey and I can do anything, and not enough to where we can do nothing.

Grissom: Sam Braun was a suspect in one of your murder cases, how does this not look like a pay off?

Catherine: I consulted a lawyer. It's a check from a father to a daughter it is completely out of departmental jurisdiction.

Grissom: What about conflict of interest? Not just for you but for this lab.

Catherine: Gil, I would never you or the lab.

Grissom: [Cutting her off and getting angry] Maybe not legally, but ethically? [She sighs and looks at her lap and then back at him] What else should I know, Catherine?

Nick: The lead story by editor and chief Sabrina Abernathy, entitled: "Varsity Hazing Ritual". Now listen to this: "The question is not whether the so called student athletes should be expelled, but whether or not they should be arrested."

Warrick: Why, what'd they do?

Nick: Apparently something with several hookers and alot of testosterone.

Grissom (to Craig after he doesn't say anything about letting Adam choke): Out of words?

Nick: Well, Rick Chilson did call Sabrina a "bitch" while we were talking.

Catherine: Charming.

Nick: Yeah, he's an ass, but his alibi checks out.

Warrick: You know, Sam ... that word that you wrote on the floor ... you know, that's a really bad word.

Sam Abernathy: I hear it all the time. My grandma says it. (strikes a match and puts it out in the mug.) My mom says it. (strikes another match and puts it out in the mug.) And my sister says it. (strikes another match.) Well... she used to say it. (blows the match out and watches the smoke rise up from the burned match. He drops it into the mug)

Will Warshall: If I'm going to kill a guy, I'm not going to do it with twenty thousand cops around.

Catherine: Well ... sounds like you've been giving it some serious thought.

Will Warshall: Well, every cop does. My way? A sniper shot ... two hundred meters out. Coleman'd never even hear the "am" in "blam."

Mrs. Senteno: I married a cop. With that comes alcohol and women to take the edge off. First time ... he said it meant nothing. He promised never to do it again. By the third time ... I told him to stop confessing. I wasn't going anywhere.

Sara: Don't ask, don't tell.

Mrs. Senteno: I wasn't willing to trade my family for the flavor of the month. That doesn't make me pathetic.

Brass: Will Warshall, this is Catherine Willows, from the Crime Lab.

Will Warshall: There's something very wrong in the world if a woman like you is only handling test tubes.

Catherine: If you think that's all I handle, you're not as smart as you think.

Grissom: This is the first time a roller coaster has derailed in Clark County. Huge criminial and civil liabitilities issues, so keep it quiet. Photograph the scene. Bag and tag the detritus. Forklift anything bigger than Greg. We're going to put up a tent on the other side of the parking lot for crime scene reconstruction. Questions?

Greg: Yeah. What's that guy doing so far away from the others?

Grissom: Curious, isn' t it? [walks away]

Greg: So when he asks if anybody has any questions he's not really asking?

Grissom: There are three things in human life that are important, the first is to be kind, the second one is to be kind and the third one is to be kind.

Sara: Henry James.

Grissom: Very good, author of one of the greatest horror stories ever written, Turn of the Screw, and I'm looking for one.

Sara: A screw?

Grissom: Yes.

Greg: I found something a little unusual for a roller coaster. Not a sailor but a...

Sara: Semen. Sex on the roller coaster?

Greg: Or some kid shaking hands with Shorty.

Grissom: The release of epinephrine and adrealine while riding a roller coaster can produce a stimlatory effect. It enhances ejaculation.

Grissom: Maybe rape is just foreplay for this guy. Maybe what he really gets off on is killing.

Grissom: That's not what the evidence says.

Catherine: Well, maybe the evidence is wrong.

Grissom: You can be wrong, I can be wrong, but the evidence is just the evidence.

(When Grissom wants a blood sample)

Todd Coombs: This is harassment. I've already given you guys a DNA sample.

Grissom: You know that bone marrow donation you gave to your brother? I checked your medical records, his body rejected it and he died. I'm guessing that's when you found out about your unique condition.

Todd Coombs: The doctors explained it. I'm a creature of myth.

Grissom: A chimera. A head of a lion, body of a goat, tail of a dragon. You're a genetic anomoly. One person two completely different sets of DNA.

Officer (referring to Sara): She's lucky she wasn't on the strip; that's highway patrol's jurisdiction. She blew .09. Technically she's over, but they just lowered the limit so we cut her a break and didn't book her. But we did have to call the supervisor. (Grissom and the Officer enter the waiting room where Sara is)

Grissom: Well, thank you. I appreciate the courtesy.

Officer: No problem. (Grissom walks over to Sara, sits down next to her, and squeezes her hand)

Grissom: C'mon, I'll take you home.

Sara: What?

Grissom: How many vacation days do you have on the books?

Sara: About ten weeks, I guess. Why?

Grissom: I think you should take a week or two.

Sara: I'm still on the case. I just didn't do the interview for once in my life. When was the last time that you took a vacation, never, right?

Grissom: Okay.

Greg: Grissom, I have some information that'll be of a use to you but before you get it, I need a decision.

Grissom: What?

Greg: I'm tired of being on the fence here. Either I'm in the lab or I'm in the field. Which is it?

Grissom: Well, as soon as you can find and train a replacement, you can be in the field. Until then I need you in the lab. Now give.

Grissom: [about why the killer brought the Polaroid with him] Bring me the head of John the Baptist. Salome- wanted proof that he was dead. They didn't have Polaroids back then.

Brass: So you're saying our first victim was a hired killer. Hired by whom?

Greg: Whoever shot him?

Sara: [To herself in the mirror] So I had some time to think while I was away, enough time to figure out why I made such a stupid mistake, I...I do not have a drinking problem, I have a, uh...me problem. My PEAP counselor suggested it would be a good idea for me to talk to my supervisor and that's you, Grissom, so... I never told you about my family, I never told anyone about my family, why would I?...

Grissom: You committed a fatal error, Greg. You compromised evidence at a crime scene. A judgment like that can cost us a conviction. In order to solo in the field, you have to successfully complete three proficiencies.

Greg: I failed this one.

Grissom: Yeah. (Greg stands up, sighs and heads for the door) But...(Greg stops and turns around) Since you found a suitable replacement in the lab, I'm going to give you one more chance.

Greg: Thank you. Thank you.

Grissom: So, Greg, how do you explain adhesive and toilet bowl cleanser on the gun?

Greg: I don't know. I can tell you the toilets in the club had blue water.

Grissom: You inspected the toilet bowls for evidence?

Greg: Well, when you got to go, you got to go.

Hodges: Whew.

Grissom: At a crime scene, Greg?

Hodges: Everybody knows you hold it.

Grissom: You go across the street or next-door, somewhere other than the scene, until you've cleared the restroom. Did you clear the restroom?

Greg: No.

Grissom: Well, you could've flushed away evidence, wiped away fingerprints from the handle. Make sure you include this in your field notes.

Grissom: (to Greg while looking at a gun) What's this blue stuff on the slide and the grip? (Greg doesn't answer) It's okay to say you don't know, Greg. That's why we have a trace lab.

Chandra Moore: Warrick, right?

Warrick: Yeah.

Chandra Moore: I saw your presentation on longitudinal striations of the toenail in Dallas, A.A.F.S.? Really good work.

Marlon: Listen... I'm, uh... I'm sick. You know, I got this-this, this illness, which... look. I don't want to go back to prison. That's why I'm being so compliant. Now, yo, I don't work near no little kids. I stay a hundred yards from the school grounds. Man, I don't even go to the park.

Grissom: Catherine, there's a big difference between scaring her and preparing her. And all the reasons why you should are in that room. (Catherine contemplates this)

Daniel (to Grissom): I didn't realize until... today... how lucky I am. I know pretty much... how and when I'm gonna die. Most people don't. It's what they're afraid of.

Grissom: Was your sister afraid?

Daniel: Never. I'm 11 years older than her, and she took care of me. She was my best friend, and I miss her. As much pain as...I caused her... and she wouldn't give up, and she...she wouldn't let me, either. That's why...during the last relapse, I made my parents swear that it was the very last time.

Grissom: But then your kidneys failed, and they broke their word, huh?

Daniel: They told me they... swore not to fight the cancer, so this didn't count. I wasn't gonna lose this fight. I couldn't watch her suffer anymore.

Grissom: This wasn't a mercy killing, Daniel. This was an execution. Bone marrow, transfusions...that's her blood in your veins. It dripped out of your nose onto the blanket while you were killing her. If you cared so much for Alicia, why didn't you take your own life instead of hers?

Daniel: Suicide isn't an option. It's an unforgivable sin in the eyes of God.

Grissom: But you believe that your god forgives murder? If that's your defense, it won't keep you out of jail.

Daniel (crying): But my death will. See, I've got about six more months. I'll be dead before there's even a trial. I-I do want to thank you, though.

Grissom: For what?

Daniel: For speaking for Alicia. You're probably the first person in her life to think only of her. You know, you may not believe in God, sir, but you do his work.

Greg (to Mia): So would you like to grab a bite later? I know a diner down the street that serves a mean liver and onions.

Mia: I don't eat out.

Greg: Never ever?

Mia: I don't like expectorant.

Greg: Really?

Mia: Kitchen staff talk while they prepare your food and then the wait staff repeats your order over the plate, and by the time you get your meal, there are several DNA samples coating it.

Greg: Wow.

Mia: Yeah. No, thank you. I don't eat birthday cake either.

Greg: Oh, blowing out the candles.

Mia: Ugh. Don't get me started.

Greg: Mia Dickerson, Warrick Brown.

Warrick: Welcome.

Mia: Look, I already know you have a running bet with another CSI over how long the new hire lasts, so let's skip it. You got something for DNA?

Warrick (to Nick): How'd you shoot, man?

Nick: Rusty. They say I have a flinch.

Warrick: You and I need to go practice some, huh?

Nick: Yeah, when do we have time to do that? If we're not processing a scene or working evidence, we're in court.

Warrick: Well, when they take your piece, you'll make time.

Grissom: Did you injure yourself, Mrs. Perez? (Mrs. Perez looks down at a bloodstain on her shirt)

Mrs. Perez: Oh, a nosebleed.

Grissom: That's a lot of blood. I'm going to need to take your shirt.

Mr. Perez: Why?

Grissom: If you like, I can have someone follow you home so that you can change.

Mrs. Perez: You think we had something to do with it? Our daughter is missing. She's out there somewhere alone and scared. What are you doing about that?

Store Clerk: [to Brass as he carries a box of drinks] Look, dude, I didn't see it. [puts the box down on the side] Chica had a nice, round ass and that's what I was scoping.

Brass: What time was that?

Store Clerk: About 3:00. She comes in, grabs some candy, looks outside, waves at somebody. The next thing I know, she flips her wig. She's screaming about her sister. I didn't see the girl or a car. Besides, there's a lot of traffic out there.

Brass: Well, I'm glad to see you're so concerned about your customers after they leave the store.

Grissom (to Doc Robbins): Alicia's cause of death?

Doc Robbins: Cardiopulmonary arrest.

Grissom: Time of death?

Doc Robbins: That's a little trickier. No solids in the stomach contents, just a milky liquid. Liver mortis was fixed and deep purple with a vitreous humor potassium level of 20 millimoles per liter with faint putrefaction. So, I'd say she's been dead about... 44 hours between midnight and 8:00 A.M., the day of her kidnapping.

Grissom: Which means April Perez was lying about the abduction.

Doc Robbins: Yep. Story's got more holes than her sister's bones.

Brass: [to April Perez] I bought it. The hell we all bought it, but your sister was already dead when you raised that alarm. Her body told us that. There was no sexual assault. The evidence told us that, too. So you didn't think this through, sweetheart. So what are we left with? A false police report and a murdered little girl. So it's 1 to 4 for the Amber Alert. And for your sister, life imprisonment if it's an accident, and the needle if it's not.

April Perez: I didn't kill Alicia.

Brass: But you know, I get it. I get the picture. I mean, your brother's the center of attention. He's sick, he's dying. Your cells don't match. Your parents have Alicia. She's his savior. So, where do you fit in? What are you to this family?

April Perez: I'm invisible.

Brass: But not anymore you're not. She's dead, and your brother's sick. When he goes...

April Perez: That's crazy, okay. I told you, I didn't kill my sister.

Brass: I want to believe that. Come on. Help me to believe that. It just means you were in on it because you put on one hell of a show. You still using?

April Perez: No.

Brass: Maybe we should run your blood just to be sure, huh?

April Perez: I use now and then to take the edge off.

Brass: So how do you pay for this habit? Are you pimping your sister for drugs, April?

April Perez: Why don't you make up your mind? No signs of rape. If I was selling my sister, there would be, wouldn't there?

Brass: Depends on who you sold her to. You're not gonna talk your way out of this one. You need to get clean.

April Perez: What I need is a lawyer, which means this conversation is over.

Sybil Perez: [to Catherine about Alicia] You have no idea what it's like.

Catherine: I saw her medical records. I looked at her x-rays. I know what that little girl suffered, what you put her through.

Sybil Perez: So you would let your child die and do nothing. Never. No, you'd talk to doctors and research. And then you'd find out that the National Bone Marrow Registry can't help you 'cause your son is mixed race. And even if he wasn't, there aren't enough donors. Out of four million, only 205,000 are Latino. I did what I had to do.

Catherine: You put one child over another.

Sybil Perez: [scoffs] I don't expect you to understand. You don't have kids.

Catherine: Uh, I have a daughter.

Sybil Perez: So, what kind of mother are you? When do you see her? You work nights. You probably don't even know where she half the time. Alicia's life may not have been simple, but at least I knew her. Can you say the same?

Sara: [sees two pill bottles] Daniel Perez is taking oxycodone for pain, and Alicia was on diazepam.

Warrick: Diazepam? That's a pretty hard-core antidepressant for a kid that small.

Sara: I guess they didn't want her complaining while they were mining her body for healthy cells.

Mimosa: I appreciate your telling me. Killed by someone in our own community. As if we don't have enough enemies. Her parents never understood her, but still I think they should know. What do I say?

Grissom: Show them an oyster.

Mimosa: I'm sorry?

Grissom: There are two types of male oysters, and one of them can change genders at will. And before man crawled out of the muck, maybe he had the same option. Maybe originally we were supposed to be able to switch genders, and being born with just one sex... is a mutation.

Nick: I've never seen junkies shoot up in the face before.

Woman: It's not smack, it's silicone. Gives you good cheek bones.

Mercedes: The ones who can't buy silicone... shoot motor oil.

Nick: Do they?

Mercedes: Calm down, pretty boy. We're not the monsters. The real freaks are the suit-and-ties want to take a walk on the wild side, before sneaking back to the wife and kids. Want to go?

Nick (shakes his head): Mm-mm.

Brass: Lepidro. What kind of name is that?

Grissom: It's from Lepidoptera, meaning "butterfly." Walter Clancy started out a gender-dysmorphic caterpillar and turned into a bloody butterfly.

Brass: Love hurts.

Brass: Hey, I uh talked to the manager. All he said was the renter paid cash and the guy; he seemed pretty normal.

Catherine: Normal people don't torture people in storage bins.

Grissom: Did you see any transexuals when you danced?

Catherine: Gil, only civilians confuse strippers and showgirls. You can't cheat the full monty.

Catherine: Women in convertibles are low-hanging fruit.

Grissom: And it was a top-down night.

Robbins: Piano wires. They're used to mobilize the lower part of the abdominal skin and anchor the neo-vagina, so it can heal in place.

Catherine: I can only imagine those cramps.

Robbins: The surgeon stuffs the portal with a cylinder wrapped in gauze to hold its shape while it heals, and sutures it.

Catherine: And how long does milady have to wear a wire?

Robbins: Well, after five days, the vagina is un-sutured, and the wires are removed.

Grissom: Aborigines say they dance naked to make the gods happy.

Catherine: The gods would be happy in Vegas.

Mimosa: (to Grissom) I'm glad you agreed to meet me, can I buy you a drink?

Grissom: Thanks, but I'm still on the clock.

Mimosa: But you still let me lure you away from the lab. Is that because I'm a beautiful woman? Well, I'm a beautiful woman now.

Grissom: Beauty's a societal construction.

Mimosa: So is gender, people find out you're empty half and they think you're psycho, Michael Caine with a bad wig and a pair of sunglasses stabbing Angie Dickinson and dressed to kill.

Grissom: Question. You come home, see your husband lying in the driveway, what do you do?

Greg: Is that a trick question?

Sara: Stop, jump out, run over to him.

Grissom: Or, take the time to pull into the garage and park and lock your car.

Ecklie: Catherine, look it's not that we don't have confidence in you.

Catherine: I smell crap.

Ecklie: What?

Catherine: Don't take another step. (shines torch around and sees feces). Joe?

Joe: Yeah.

Catherine: The Eiger's have any pets?

Joe: No kids, no pets.

Ecklie: When Eiger was looking into buying The Queen Regent Casino out from under Sy Magli the gaming commission turned him down, so he invited some of the commissioners over to his mansion for a party, a week later he had his gaming and his liquor licences. Must've been a hell of a party.

Grissom: Well, if The Wizard of Oz had nude pictures of the Wicked Witch, Dorothy would never had lost her slippers.

Mia: The semen on the vic's doorknob and the neighbor's doorknob is consistent with Trip's DNA. So, I'm thinking that Trip put a trophy condom on his neighbor's door and then transferred a trace of his reproductive material back onto his own doorknob.

Sara: You've uh, you've heard of trophy condoms?

Mia (chuckles): Sara, I went to college.

Catherine (about the victim): The only pathway is from the paramedics. How'd he end up in the middle of the circle? (David looks up at the sky)

Walter Gordon: What does "Nick Stokes" mean to you? How do you feel when you see him in that coffin? Does your soul die every time you push that button? How do you feel knowing that there's nothing you can do to get him out of that hell? Helpless? Useless? Impotent?

[Grissom is silent]

Walter Gordon: Good. Welcome to my world. [Opens jacket, revealing Semtex strapped around him] Uh, if I were you, I'd back up a little.

Brass:When she pulls the body back in, before she can call for help, you torch the place. Kaboom. The end.

Amber Durgee: That's the craziest thing I've ever heard.

Brass[laughs]: Wouldn't even make my top ten.

Sofia: Your broadcast was for a blue Pontiac. Patrol figured this was worth a look.

Grissom: How bad does a smell have to get before Parking Control calls Homicide?

Sara: No way this car was at the trailer park. Think we've got a new case. First citation was issued five days ago. Car's probably been here at least six. [Sofia pops the trunk. Inside are the liquefied remains of two bodies] Six days in the summer heat.

Sara: Everything in our experience tells us they're dead, all four of them.

Nick: Doesn't mean we just give up.

Sara: No one's giving up. It's just that... you're acting like you're gonna rescue a person, not recover a body and on this job that's not usually the case.

Nick: I was rescued.

Sara: It was not your day to die. When it's your day, it's your day, you know?

Nick: I don't think it was Cassie's day.

Sara: Can I talk to you for a minute?

Nick: Sure, what's up?

Sara: I-I think I need to talk about what happened at the station.

Nick: Oh, yeah.

Sara: I'm slightly concerned about its effect on the case, but more than that, I'm concerned about the case's effect on you, Nick, and I'm absolutely sure that, six months ago, you wouldn't have lost it like that.

Shooter's Brother: You work for the cops, that makes you a cop. You're not on our side.

Grissom: Actually, I'm a forensics expert. My job is to identify, collect, and examine physical evidence from a crime scene to determine who did what to whom and how did they do it. I've been asked to come here today by the Mayor and Sheriff Berdic to present our analysis of the evidence in this case to your community.

Shooter's Mom: Why here? Why should we believe your evidence?

Grissom: Physical evidence cannot be wrong; it doesn't lie. It's not influenced by emotion or prejudice, it's not confused by the excitement of the moment. I'm here [looks up] in God's house to explain to you the truth about exactly what happened the other day.

Catherine: God. Ugh, do you think we might be able to ID the makers of the hot dog from the ingredients?

Hodges: No, believe it or not most hot dog companies are very proprietary over their recipes.

Catherine: Well how about through the girdle marks?

Hodges: Oh yeah sure, I'll just run it through the Hot Dog Appliance database.

Hodges: All the hairs lifted off the victim's clothes were consistent with each other. There's a sample under the scope. The root is shaped like a spade which is indicative of canine and the scale pattern is consistent with a golden retriever.

Sara: Oh, yeah the victims have a golden retriever.

Hodges: Well if you cracked that mystery at the scene, you would have saved me a lot of time. [sighs] I've been working like a dog.

Nick: You know studies have found that pet owners have lower stress levels, you should, you should check that out.

Hodges: Well, I had hamsters when I was growing up. My mother hated them she said they stank out my room. But I just loved to watch them spinning on their little wheels. One day I came home and they were gone. Somehow they'd gotten out of their cage.

Nick: No. No, it's not a problem. Hey, by the way I heard the tape. I did a voice comparison. Sylvia Mullins is the other voice on that tape. She's Walter Gordon's ex-business manager so I'm pretty sure she had something to do with my kidnapping.

Jonathan Wax:: That's what I do -- Chad's Chimney Sweeps, I clean fireplaces and chimneys. I was out at that Sidley place about a month ago. You can call Chad. I remember that place. Man, that guy had one big-ass chimney.

Sara:: I don't suppose you saw a body while you were there?

Jonathan Wax:: Look, I may be an ex-con, but even I would've dialed 9-1-1.

Nick: She's a high school senior. She skipped 6 grades. She's a prodigy.

Sara: Which means that she has the brains for murder.

Hodges: Does that make Doogie Howserette our killer?

Nick: Nah, I kinda doubt it.

Hodges: Don't be so sure. It's not easy.

Nick: What isn't easy, Hodges?

Hodges: Being profoundly gifted. Knowing that everybody knows that you're always 10 steps ahead of them. It's a lot of pressure. [Nick gives him a look, and starts walking away] Some days you just feel like you're going to snap.

Nick: I know the feeling.

Hannah West: You don't think I could have done it. Either one of you.

Sara: That's a big job... for a little girl.

Hannah West: Not if you have the right tools.

Sara: Smart kid like you, knows your brother is suffering, you feel bad, you wanna help... so you fabricate some evidence.

Hannah West: Uh, if you thought the evidence was fake I wouldn't still be in jail.

Warrick [to Catherine]: You rang?

Catherine: I got the DNA results from the blood on Hannah's sweater.

Warrick: Stacy?

Catherine: Hannah.

Warrick: So, she fabricated evidence and put her own blood on the shirt.

Catherine: Maybe, maybe not. I mean, the soil on the shirt was consistent with the dump site. Hannah could have been at the scene. She could have cut herself burying the body.

Warrick: Or she could have gone back to the field any time in the last four months and rubbed her shirt in the same kind of dirt.

Catherine: And counted on us to make the match? [Warrick shrugs] Well, that's just plain scary smart. I mean, my daughter is a few years older than her and the most important thing on her mind right now is how much belly-button to show off at the mall...I never thought I'd be grateful for that.

Sara: Shared bathroom... very Brady.

Sara: [reading what's on Hannah's dress] Rainbow party?

Nick: Yeah, it's a party game where the boys get the girls to wear different colored lipsticks while they have oral sex. The boy with the most colors wins. It's supposed to be trendy.

Sara: So much for "spin the bottle."

Mandy: 12-year-old killer, huh?

Nick: Starting to look that way, yeah.

Mandy: I bet that Grand Theft Auto had something to do with it.

Nick: Mmm, I don't know, I don't think Hannah is really the video game type.

Mandy: You never know. Between you and me, I actually think it's a ton of fun.

Hodges: Ah, teen lust. It starts with some chemistry, mess around with some biology. [Nick and Sara give each other look] And once you have some experience under your belt then you introduce the physics. Apparently chivalry is not dead. The bloody fingerprint tested positive for nonoxynol spermicide.

Darcy: Stop talkin' about me. [Warrick pulls an earbud out of her ear] Hey, that was the best part!

Warrick: That's what the pause button is for. It's time to work, it's child labor day.

[(Sara laughs]]

Sara: Stacy landed here and bled out from the trauma to her skull.

Nick: Darcy, why don't you put those headphones back on?

Darcy: Like I didn't hear what you just said.

(Warrick smirks)

Nick: [to Marlon] You moved the body, you buried it.

Marlon West: I know I did; I was there. What's the problem?

Nick: Well, the problem is what happened in the locker room. I mean, you're not the kind of guy who puts sodium in a showerhead to get back at somebody. You just trip them in the hallway.

Marlon: So you think I'm too stupid to have done it. Great, join the club.

Nick: I don't think you're stupid, Marlon; I didn't say you were stupid. But this is Hannah's game. The whole way.

Nick: The evidence says either one of them could have done it, but I think they were in it together.

A.D.A. Jeffrey Sinclair: Okay, I'll proceed against Marlon for the murder and bring charges against Hannah for conspiracy.

Ecklie: Another trial? You sure you want to go through all this again?

A.D.A. Jeffrey Sinclair: Hannah's parents and the community will have my ass if I don't.

Sara: Well, then maybe this is good news. I was just going over Sofia's notes from the original investigation. The night of the murder, Hannah and Marlon's parents had left them alone in the house. A pizza was delivered to the residence around 9:00 PM.

Nick: That's right around Stacy's TOD.

A.D.A. Jeffrey Sinclair: So, did anybody talk to the delivery guy?

Sara: Yes, and at the point that Sofia did, a month had passed. Now, the delivery guy's at the house all the time. He recognized photos of both kids, but he could not be sure which one answered the door that night.

Nick: But one of them did answer the door. [Sara nods] So that means they were not together at the time Stacy was killed.

Ecklie: Yeah. So much for conspiracy. We're right back where we started.

A.D.A. Jeffrey Sinclair: Where we are is in the crapper. Look, I have to disclose the cart. Defense is going to eat me alive.

Sara: Here. [she goes and sits on the bench and Hannah stands in front of her] Hannah, with your gifts you could have done anything you could have wanted and you picked murder, you can't take that back.

Hannah West: You're worried how I'm gonna turn out?

Sara: Of course I am. I know it seems like a really long time but...in 5 years, the Stacy's of the world would have been behind you.

Hannah West: Let me guess? You were a smart kid in school, maybe you feel that we're a little bit alike?

Sara: There aren't many people like you.

Hannah West: That's what my parents always say too. The last four months all they cared about was the effect of the trial on me not Marlon. It's been that way ever since I was 14 months old and started spelling words with plastic letters. It's so unfair and nobody ever sees it. He doesn't deserve to go to jail. If I get convicted, what's the worst case scenario? I mean, I'll be out in five years with an undergraduate degree. There's no Son of Sam law in Nevada. That was ruled unconstitutional, so I'm free to write a book about all of this. [Sara is staring opened mouthed at her, shaking her head] The story will be worth millions. Freaks are always good box office.

Sara (still shocked): You're not a freak.

Hannah West: When was the last time you had to sit down to be eye level with a murder suspect who was standing up?

Sara: Hannah West you are smart.

Hannah West: So I've been told.

Sara: But you are not smart enough to get away with murder.

Hannah West: I think I am. A lot of people are smart enough to get away with murder. You probably are too, but you have to be really smart to get people to think that something happened that never did.

Sara (deadpanned): What do you mean... exactly?

Hannah West: Please don't worry about me, I'm gonna be fine. [Sara is staring at her completely shocked and leans in close to her ear and whispers] I didn't kill Stacy, Marlon did. ]walks away, leaving Sara looking completely shocked]

Undersheriff McKeen: Let me see if I understand this correctly. You let one of the members of your team drive his personal vehicle to a crime scene investigation, and even though there was a perfectly good crime scene vehicle there that personal car was crammed with every bit of evidence collected at a major murder investigation because two of you were maxed out on overtime. (Sara smirks and looks towards Greg who looks at the ground) And then the driver of said car, instead of securing that evidence in the lab, gave priority to his need for runny eggs, and the aforementioned vehicle was stolen from the parking lot filled with police cars. (Brass raises his eyebrows) Is there anything I missed?

Grissom: Just this: Even if we recover the vehicle the chain of custody has been broken. (shows Undersheriff McKeen opening a roll of Rolaids) so all the evidence has been compromised. No judge will allow any of it to be admitted into court. Oh, and also, we released the crime scene, so it too has been compromised, leaving us nothing to go back for.

Brass: It could have been worse. (shows Undersheriff McKeen leaving in his car, knocking down all the construction cones and speeding off)

Undersheriff McKeen (talking to Brass about the case): It's gonna look like the CSI's were paid off, no one's gonna believe it was an unfortunate series of coincidences. So my choices are we're idiots or we're dirty. So which are we?

Nick (going through his flashback; walking under the arch): "You'd think she'd know better than to wear white on the bride's big day." The perfume of American Beauties was everywhere, though a rose by any other name would have smelled just as sweet with that much love in the air.

Catherine:: Anyone interested in the wedding DVD?

Greg, Nick & Sara:: Yeah.

Catherine:: Courtsey of Frank Rosetti. Owner of Cupid's Kiss. [(puts the DVD in)] All right, where do you wanna start?

Greg, Nick & Sara:: The toast.

[Catherine puts on the toast, and they watch]

Dianne Chase[On DVD]: Everyone, everyone, I wanna thank you for coming. You know, the Bible says love is strong as death and as mother of the groom a wedding is bitter sweet. You are giving up as much as you are gaining. In some cases you are giving up much more. [loses her speech as she starts to get tipsy] To hell with it, I'll wing it. My Adam. He studied at Oxford, he went to Harvard school of business and of all the intelligent, wonderful, beautiful women he met along the way he ended up with Jill, plain little Jill. There's nothing wrong with her, but what's right with her, haha, even her name is boring. [turns to Adam] It's all right to take a lover, you just don't have to end up marrying her.. I mean, do you really wanna shallow our gene pool like this? [Adam tries to get her to leave] I wanna thank you all so much for coming, oh I love you Adam. [Catherine pauses the DVD after the toast is done]

Catherine:: Justifiable homicide?

Grissom [going through his flashback]: "You'd think she'd know better than to wear white on the bride's big day." (reciting poetry as he's walking under the arch) Spring is but a song, where love and laughter are not wrong. The blossoms of desire do belong, and harmonia axyridis fly along.

Jill (about her mother-in-law): For the past six months she made my life hell and so I told anyone that would listen that she should die a fiery death so now everyone is gonna think that I killed her.

Grissom: Would you like to be more specific?

Jill: Okay, well when we got engaged, um...she ran into the backyard and she screamed "Why God, why me?" Okay. She wore white today. She... She invited Adam's very, very, attractive, very um...single ex-girlfriend. When she found out that I had registered for sporting goods she went behind my back and changed the registry to housewears. Saying that I better learn how to cook. Okay, I'm a vegetarian and she demanded roast beef. Um...and then, then there's the toast. The toast.

Grissom: Are you trying to make me think that you didn't kill her?

Jill: I would never do that to Adam. I honestly don't know how such an amazing man came from...from...that.

Frank Rosetti: I'm a 42-year-old paisan, she scared me. I wouldn't be surprised if her pantyhose rebelled against her and tied themselves to the car.

Grissom: That's a tight schedule. She would have barely had time to go to the bathroom.

Frank Rosetti: I don't sell bridal diapers for nothin'.

Greg: He was kiddin' about the diapers, right?

Catherine: So, you took the perimeter of the scene, right?

Nick: Yeah.

Catherine: Well, I saw this guy in the shadows, Archie blew it up, looks more like a suspect than a guest. (shows Nick the pictures) That face look familiar?

Nick: Yeah, yeah, I caught that guy sleepin' one off in the bushes. It's the groom's old man.

Catherine: Wow, I thought my wedding was bad.

Brass: So you didn't kill her?

Ernest: Nope, but you better check to see she's really dead, because I don't think you can kill the Devil.

Hodges: You know, you and me, we're not the marrying kind. The intricacies of our nature can never be understood by just one woman.

Grissom: Would you close the door please? [Hodges goes over and closes the door.] From the other side.

Nick (walking in): What's up?

Sara (holding up the bride's lingerie): I need your hands.

Nick: I thought you'd never ask.

Sara (smirks): I need you to um...reprint the bumper because the tape lifts were stolen.

(After Wendy tells them the DNA results)

Greg: We could compare them to the bucal swabs that we collected...if we still had them.

Sara: Well we'll just have to recollect them.

Greg: All 200 of them?

Sara: Yeah. And since we can't leave...someone else is...gonna have to recollect them.

Nick: This is crap. I've been waiting on IAB for 14 hours. I'm tired. And I kinda smell. And I don't have a friggen car.

(Nick's car arrives in the garage with half naked women painted on it)

Brass [to Nick]: Hey, pimp. How do you like your new ride?

Catherine: Hey look, they fixed it.

Nick (whining): Ooh, ooh, that's not funny.

Catherine: Oh, it's a little funny.

Mikey: Where's that Sara chick?

Catherine: Oh Romeo, I don't think that you have time for romance. You're being charged with grand theft auto, obstruction of justice and conspiracy to murder...

Mikey: Okay. I will cop to everything but the murder.

Catherine: Well, if you didn't commit the murder, why did you steal the car?

Mikey: Look, the lady was already dead, all right? And then you guys show up... and this bridesmaid comes up to me and starts askin' me all these questions about my tow truck.

Catherine: Which bridesmaid?

Mikey: The hot one. The next thing I know she wants to be the Bonnie to my Clyde. Asked me to steal this car and trash all the evidence.

Catherine: So you committed grand theft auto to get laid?

Mikey: Have you ever stolen a two-ton piece of machinery? It is way better than sex. And finding a girl that doesn't wanna kick you to the curb for it? I mean c'mon, that is hot! Besides, I haven't gotten a wedding gift for my sister yet.

Grissom: Did you know the original role of the bridesmaid was to act as a human shield against the bride's enemies?

Sara: Women would dress similar to the bride in an effort to confuse and outsmart evil spirits that might try to overtake her on her wedding day.

Nick: Wow, for somebody who's anti-wedding you sure know a lot about it.

Sara: I'm not anti-wedding, I'm just anti-stupid. You know, people who do things for the sake of tradition with no clue as to why...

Al Robbins: Where was that on my wedding night? [Catherine looks shocked.]

Hodges: In 1897, Williams Spinks received a patent for what came to be known as Spinks' billiard chalk. You may be surprised to know that cue tip chalk need not contain chalk at all, but is a mixture of axel light and silica. The abrasives give grip to the tip when it hits the ball.

Catherine: Stop trying to make that sound dirty. Our vic had a callous on his hand.

Hodges: Mmmmm.

Catherine: Don't.

Sara:: Please tell me there are something more to this guys and cars thing, besides the obvious penis extension metaphors.

Greg:: So you want me to lie?

Catherine: Caprice Unlimited: Anything is Possible. Sounds like a sex business. [picks up phone to call the company]

Sara: What are you going to say?

Catherine: Uh, something other than a guy is dead, and it looks like you're involved.

Doc Robbins:: Gil... have you ever been even close to getting married?

Grissom:: Once... when I was younger. Her name was Nicole Daley. I asked her to marry me. We were classmates. She liked bugs too. I gave her my grandmother's ring, but my mother made me get it back. [Doc Robbins nods] Second grade.

Nick: Thanks that will help me distinguish it from the other severed heads I find out here.

Nick: Are you checking out my waist?

Hodges: I'm a, I'm a 32 incher myself... same as in college.

Nick: Oh, congratulations.

Hodges: You know, women aren't the only ones who feel the pressure to look good. Time was, having a rotund belly was a sign of prosperity and success... now, it just means you're a lazy glutton not getting any.

Greg: Just between you and me, does he always wear a suit [talking about Brass]? Like, when you guys go to dinner, the movies...or whatever it is you do when you hang out? 'Cuz I gotta tell you, the thought of him in a sweater really freaks me out.

Grissom:[smiles] We don't hang out, Greg.

Greg: No kidding? [shrugs shoulders] I just assumed.

Sindee: Look, I'm the victim here.

Catherine: Funny, you don't look dead.

Grissom: I don't know, most people want to die in their sleep, I suppose, never know that it's happening. Like a crime scene: surprise, you're dead. I'd prefer to know in advance that I was gonna die, like to be diagnosed with cancer, actually have some time to prepare; go back to the rain-forest one more time; re-read Moby Dick; possibly enter an international chess tournament; at least, have enough time to say goodbye to the people I love.

Catherine: What do you know about work boots? I'm guessing you haven't worked a day of hard labor in your life.

Greg: I wore Doc Martens in high school. It was the style.

Catherine: Yeah for skinheads.

Greg: Yeah, they kinda ruined it for everyone.

Greg: (after Grissom assigns him a case) Alright, who's my wingman?

Grissom: You're a big boy Greg; you don't need a wingman for this.

(Grissom walks in as Sara is repeatedly kicking a dummy)

Grissom: Whoa! Pick on somebody your own size.

Sara: Are you volunteering?

Grissom: (long pause) No.

Sara: Why isn't there a medic on Greg?

Sofia: He's been stabilized. Sara, he's gonna be okay. (Sara walks over to where Greg is lying and brushes hair out of his face)

Greg: Sara.

Sara: I didn't think you could see me.

Greg: I can't. I know that "Sidle Scent".

Sara: I'm going to take that as a compliment.

Greg: You should process the scene now; me later.

Sara: (chokes up) I came here for you, Greg.

Nick: I am sick of these punks, man. I'm serious, I'm sick of it.

Warrick: Then you're in the wrong town.

Nick: Maybe.

Grissom: Has someone called your parents? You should let them know-- [Greg groans] What's the matter?

Greg: They still think I'm in the lab.

Grissom: Why do they think that?

Greg: When I was in high school I never played any sports, no football, no basketball, definitely no hockey.

Grissom: [sarcastic] I never would have guessed.

Greg: Well, it wasn't my choice. My mom wanted four kids, ended up with only one. She always made sure I stayed close... and if I got a nosebleed, she'd take me to the ER.

Grissom: Well, now would be the time to come clean.

Greg: [beginning to cry] My mom's gonna freak.

Grissom: You tell her that you risked your life to save someone else's and I think she'll be very proud of you.

Man: I want to talk to a cop now!

Brass: (same time as Sofia) She's the cop.

Sofia: (same time as Brass) He's the cop.

Catherine: Pig and the piglets are in the pigpen.

Warrick: About time. Finally some good news.

Catherine: Did you know that Pig, a.k.a Cole Tritt, was the only adult? The rest of 'em were all under 18. One was 14.

Warrick: Are you kidding? Who raises these kids?

Catherine: I mean, they weren't all delinquents. Demetrius James was a college student.

Nick: Hangin' out with the wrong crowd in the wrong town. I'm tellin' ya, a fake I.D in Las Vegas is like havin' a--a free ticket on the hell train. Sex, drugs, gambling, no adult supervision, 24/7, by the time they're 21 they've done and seen it all.

Warrick: Ah, you're doin' a great job, Linds is gonna turn out to be a beautiful young woman. Besides, I grew up in Vegas, I didn't turn out so bad, did I?

Nick: Yeah. That was pre-Mirage. Back when you were a little squirt goin' to the casino, playin' the arcade games. Nah, Vegas is a different animal now.

Warrick: Yeah, these kids need to beat people up in the street to be entertained. They need some good discipline, they need their grandmother whuppin' their ass like I had.

Nick: Yeah, a good slap.

Sara: You know, it kinda sounds like you guys are blaming everybody but these kids. I mean, you don't get a bye just because you grew up here or your parents are on drugs or--- those kids were perfectly capable of telling the difference between a wild night out and beating somebody to death.

Grissom: The truth is, a moral compass can only point you in the right direction, it can't make you go there. Our culture preaches that you shouldn't be ashamed of anything you do anymore. And unfortunately this city is built on the principle that there's no such thing as guilt. "Do whatever you want, we won't tell." So without a conscience, there's nothing to stop you from killing someone. And evidently you don't even have to feel bad about it.

Carl: Lucas and Jason had gotten into it with Jason's grandfather, he'd knock the boys around, they ran to Lucas's house but couldn't get in. So they came to me. I explained to them that hitting wasn't okay, I said that Jason needed to call his father and tell him what was going on.

Grissom: Did you let them use your phone?

Carl: They were too upset. When the grandfather pushed Lucas, he hit his head, I gave him a couple of aspirin.

Carl: I stopped and bought some whiskey before we picked up the pizza, I was nervous about them being in the car with me, I didn't wanna go back to prison.

Grissom: And you wanted to get them drunk.

Carl: They---they just wanted to try it. I gave them a taste.

Grissom: It was more than a taste, Carl. Lucas's blood alcohol level was .16, that's twice the legal limit for an adult. Why didn't you take them home?

Carl: They didn't wanna go home, they wanted an adventure. [shows a flashback of them at the golf course] I promised them a dollar for every golf ball they brought back, Lucas wasn't feeling well, so he stayed in the car with me.

Grissom: And you knew that Jason wanted money so he could go to Texas and see his dad, so you bribed him in order to be alone with Lucus.

Carl: I didn't molest him!

Grissom: Who took his shirt off?

Carl: He was hot.

Grissom: What were you going to do him once his shirt was off?

Carl: It was innocent, he wasn't feeling well. He laid his head in my lap, I touched his hair---I didn't wanna ---I loved him. I loved Lucas and he loved me.

Grissom: Is that what you think? Then why didn't you help him? He told you that he hit his head, he was in pain, he had a concussion, Carl. You must've known that. I'm sure he was dizzy, probably had no appetite, maybe he was even slurring his words. But you didn't care about that because you wanted what you wanted. His brain was bleeding, now most kids don't die from that because someone who really loves them takes them to the hospital. But instead, you gave him alcohol and aspirin a lethal combination for his head injury---it prevented his blood from clotting. [pauses] You killed him, Carl. And you would've killed Jason too. Except he ran away from you and out of your reach.

Carl: You're not listening to me. I didn't wanna hurt anyone. I need you to believe me.

Grissom: I don't. You had choices, you made the wrong ones and now this little boy is gone.

Sofia: Sorry? You're gonna apologize to the mother of a guy who beat one man to death and was tryin' to do the same to you? That's as good as saying you're guilty and setting yourself up for one hell of a civil suit besides. You did nothing wrong.

Greg: I just wanna be able to sleep again.

Sofia: We put ourselves in harm's way every single day and sometimes we pay one hell of a price for surviving it. Other people will never understand that.

[Catherine is trying not to laugh at Max, who is stuck waist-deep in cement]

Grissom: Catherine, do you need a minute?

Catherine: [to Max, while he's stuck in cement]: Are you ready to give me a name? You know, you are in a very deep hole, in every sense of the word my friend. Think about that while we chisel you out. It's going to take a few hours. Assuming we're careful. See ya!

Sara: Hey, guess what.

Grissom: Mankind has reached a new evolutionary plateau and starting tomorrow no-one will rape, murder or maim again?

Warrick: Well, in Vegas new is old in 5 years. Old is history in 10, and nothin' ever seems to leave a mark.

Keppler: Sounds refreshing.

Doc Robbins: I reviewed that, uh, Jane Doe autopsy from '75.

Keppler: That was fast.

Doc Robbins: Well I'm sure the original examination was too. M.E. was a hack named Sam Bernard. He, uh, retired a little while after I started. Once saw him do a Y with a scalpel in one hand and a hot dog in the other.

Keppler: Take it he wasn't known for his, uh, rigorous analysis.

Doc Robbins: He was known for liking hotdogs.

[Keppler chuckles]

Doc Robbins: See the sutured cut across the top of her head and the Y incision?

Mary Wilson: Warrick Brown. I remember you standing on my steps with those guilty green eyes, afraid to come in because you knew your grandma would size you up no matter what kind of trouble you got into.

Warrick: I don't remember any trouble.

Mary Wilson: Like when you were thirteen years old, and you took her new Buick out for a spin.

Warrick: Oh... that bang with the bumper trying to parallel park. I forgot about that.

Hodges: Four crime scene miniatures. Four murder victims. And one diabolical killer with an obsessive streak who still remains at large. I don't know if any of you have noticed how distracted Grissom's been lately, but it's these keeping him up at night.

Archie: You know the combination?

Hodges: Of course. Grissom could use some fresh eyes on the case and that's why I've asked you here. Obviously, this could be perceived as insulting to the CSIs who formerly worked the case, so secrecy is of the utmost importance. Double down low.

Mandy: [in a British accent] Oh James, it's Monnypenny. M needs you back at HQ.

Archie: Shoe phone was get smart, girl.

Mandy: Oh, that's right.

Henry: Ninety-nine was so hot.

Archie: Yeah.

Hodges: Four people are dead, the killer's still out there, and you're mocking?

Mandy: We're mocking you.

Hodges: You in or out?

Henry: I don't really know anything about these cases.

Hodges: We'll review.

Henry: I don't know, I have a lot of work to do.

Hodges: And by work, you mean IMing your Icelandic penpal who thinks that you look like Warrick Brown, because that's the picture you posted.

Henry: How?

Hodges: I just know. Archie? In?

Archie: What the hell? But I gotta leave early. I've got a surfing trip in Santa Barbra this weekend.

Hodges: Miss Mockery?

Mandy: Well, we can't leave the lab. We can't talk to suspects. What exactly does Grissom want us to do?

Hodges: It's not always what you look at that matters, it's what you see.

Henry: That's Thoreau.

Hodges: Oh, is it?

Archie: Okay, professor, and your point would be?

Hodges: The answers lie in these. We're lab techs. We think differently than field guys. They deal with people, we deal with things. Maybe we can't find the killer, but I think we can find the thing that links all four murders. This is an opportunity. We have one shift to show Grissom what we're made of. Tonight we could be heroes.

Mandy: All right, all right. I'm in.

Hodges: It's time to think outside the box.

[Archie is about to sit on Grissom's chair]

Hodges: Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah...

Archie: What?

Hodges: What are you doing?

Archie: Sitting.

Hodges: No no, you're tempting fate! You know how you should never try on someone else's engagement ring, hold the Oscar, use the excuse your grandmother died when she didn't?

George: It was like an hour ago when the, they took him away on the girder.

Brass: No, I, uh, you know I meant the last time you saw him alive.

Grissom: To me, sex without love is pointless. It makes you sad.

Sara: Well, I'm pretty sure I don't make you sad.

Grissom: No, you make me happy.

Brass: So the guy took an arrow through the throat and it prolonged his life?

Dr. Robbins: Apparently.

Catherine: And what are the odds of it not hitting any major artery?

Dr. Robbins: Whatever comes right before zero.

Greg: You know, I kind of feel bad for these girls.

Hodges: Don't feel too bad. They have health benefits, good pay. Women get regular check-ups. Industry is well-regulated. As opposed to picking a hooker up off the street. Does she have a disease? Multiple diseases? Is she crazy? Is she gonna roll you? Where do you go? Do you do it in your car, behind a building, down a dark alley? So you drive around, scared out of your mind, finally get the nerve up, pick one you like, call her over, she gets in. Next thing you know, you're down on the pavement, cuffed, because she's an undercover cop, but luckily you were three months shy of your eighteenth birthday so when you call your mom to come get you, it doesn't go on my permanent record.

Catherine: But, she wasn't enough of a challenge for him. Heather, on the other hand uninhibited and can beat him at mental chess, [Sara becomes more uncomfortable] they had chemistry and he is a scientist. I have no proof and I know he'd never tell me, [Sara becomes more uncomfortable] but I'm certain they spent the night together. [Sara becomes very uncomfortable]

Grissom: [about Lady Heather] This makes no sense. She's very strong, and tough as nails. Why didn't she fight?

Grissom: I found a thriving miniature hobbyist community on-line. Sites where people meet, chat, exchange building tips, list stores they shop in.

Nick: [looking at the miniature of Grissom's office] So that's why you built this thing? I mean... other then to creep us all out?

Catherine: A grown man who sticks his hand up the back of a doll, and speaks like a girl. Sounds healthy.

Catherine: Okay... we're in a David Lynch movie. Where's the dwarf?

Grissom: My God. She was at the crime scene.

Nick: So she salvages the car, and somehow gets it out to the desert, and grabs Sara, and puts her under it?

Warrick: I don't get it. What does Sara have to do with bleach?

Catherine: I don't know. This just feels different.

Grissom: It is different. [flashback to crime scene where Grissom takes a camera from Sara and caresses her arm] This girl holds me responsible for the death of Ernie Dell. I took away the only person she ever loved, so she's gonna do the same thing to me [everyone looks confused]

Brass: I don't want to waste time screwing around with this nut case. I'm going to get some bleach, and drip it on her until she gives up the location. I mean they can't accuse us of police brutality for that.

Grissom: Hi Natalie. My name's Gil. It's so nice to finally meet you. I-um, probably shouldn't say this, but... I'm a huge fan. I've been a crime scene investigator for 22 years, I've worked over 2,000 homicides, and you are by far... the best I've ever seen. I mean, you're such a great artist. And to be so young, and so talented, and... so pretty. I've thought about you every night for the last nine months. I even tried to do what you do. I built my own miniature.

[Natalie nods her head]

Grissom: You saw it? How'd I do?

[Natalie shrugs]

Grissom: Do you play chess?

[Natalie shakes her head]

Grissom: I play. As hobby. Quiets my mind, you know? Soothes me. At one point I became so consumed by it, that whenever I closed my eyes I could see the chess pieces moving all around the board. I was obsessed with correcting all my bad moves. I wondered if a game could ever be played without a mistake. I'd love to play you sometime. I'm so impressed by the way you embrace your passion. You'd make a great CSI. This last one was brilliant. You studied our crime scene so well, tracking the car to the junkyard, and then towing it all the way out to the desert where you knew we wouldn't find it. And then, the way you killed Sara.

Natalie: [shaking her head] I didn't kill her.

Grissom: You didn't?

[Natalie shakes her head]

Natalie: This is about her. Her, her, her. It's always about her.

Grissom: No, it isn't Natalie. It's about you.

[Natalie cuts him off]

Natalie: It's always about her.

[she takes a blade from her mouth and slashes Grissom's throat and watches as he bleeds. Then in a baby voice]

Natalie: Oh sad was the day for the little bisque doll, for they cut all her stitches away, and found the seat of the terrible ache. T'was a delicate task...

Grissom: [not cut, for it was all in her imagination] Natalie listen to me. Tell me where she is.

Natalie: For none of the doctor's had ever before...

Grissom: Natalie.

Natalie: ...performed on a dolly's inside...

Grissom: Please tell me where Sara is.

Natalie: ...They tried to re-stuff her, but didn't know how, and this was her wail as she died...

Sara: Natalie. Natalie Davis. I know who you are. I know a lot about you. You make miniatures. I've seen you before, right? You work in the lab, on the cleaning crew. So sorry about hitting you back there. I guess, uh, I have a fear of trunks. In my business, you only find one thing in them. We actually have a lot in common, you know. I was a foster kid, too. Happy happy, joy joy. I do know what it's like to be alone, afraid that nobody's ever going to be there for you.

Natalie: [whispering] Ernie was.

Sara: Yes, he was. That's true, Natalie. I lost my father too. I know that Ernie loved you. He would not have wanted you to do this.

Ecklie: [Ecklie tries to call Grissom, no answer, so he leaves a message on his phone] Gil, Conrad again. Message three, call me back please. [To Sara] It feeling better?

Sara: Yeah.

Ecklie: Good. So, you must know where he is.

Sara: Actually, I don't.

Ecklie: Really? Okay, uh... [pauses] Look, I don't wanna play any games here, this is as difficult for me as it is for you. So, let's just, uh, get this over with, shall we? Okay then, um, this is an administrative inquiry. You and your supervisor were in direct violation of lab policy.

Sara: Are.

Ecklie: [pauses for a second] Are. In direct violation of lab policy, which states that members of the same forensic team may not engage in a romantic relationship. So, when did you and Supervisor Grissom begin your relationship?

Sara: Well, we've always had a relationship.

Ecklie: [pauses, looks uncomfortable] I mean...when did you become intimate?

Sara: Two years ago. I think it was a Sunday.

Warrick: Well, it's a crowded restaurant, somebody must have seen something.

Brass: Not exactly, welcome to the latest fad, dining in the dark. [presses a remote that makes the room pitch black] The waiters are blind. No one sees anything. Piece of cake, huh?

Catherine: Did he just leave?

Warrick: I think so.

David: [anxiously] Guys...I have a dead body here...

Nick: [talking about go karts] You know, when I was a kid we used to make these things out of lunch trays and old lawn mower engines.

Greg: When I was a kid, I used to make bombs.

Nick: [looks at Greg]

Greg: [holds his fingers up to indicate "small"] Little bombs.

Ecklie: You've been dodging me, it's time to talk. Gil, nobody wants to hear about your love life less than I do, but since you didn't handle this right, I have to take a formal statement. [Grissom stares at him] It should have been a conversation between friends. I mean, we could find someway around this. Catherine could have done Sara's evaluations. Why didn't you just tell me?

Grissom: We didn't want you to know.

Ecklie: Don't most women like the world to know they are dating someone?

Grissom: Where do you get your information about women, Conrad?

Ecklie: [pauses] Okay... so when did you two... you know...

Grissom: Nine years ago.

Ecklie: You know what? You two need to get your stories straight.

Grissom: When did you tell Ecklie we got involved?

Sara: Two years ago. Why, what did you tell him?

Grissom: Nine years ago.

Sara (laughs): The Forensic Academy conference.

Grissom: Yeah. You, uh, had too many questions about anthropology for some reason.

Sara: Well, I was stalling. I was trying to get the nerve to ask you to dinner.

Grissom: You had a ponytail.

Sara: I'm gonna move to swing.

Grissom: We talked about this.

Sara: I know that you said you would do it but I don't wanna do that to the team. Besides, I am sure that I could use more daylight in my life. [long pause] We should go.

Mandy: So, I got a hit off of the print on the motel's 'Do Not Disturb' sign. [hands her paper]

Catherine: Drug dealer with priors for assault. Nice.

Mandy: Well, don't get too excited because I got another hit off of the telephone. Pedophile. [hands her another paper] And I got one off of the dress, a rapist. [hands her another paper] And another off the bed frame. A prostitute, a pimp, and another prostitute. [hands her more papers]

Brass: [shows him a picture] You ever save these two? [Rhodes stares at the picture, a little taken aback] You know them, don't you?

Rev. Rhodes: There's nothing I can tell you.

Brass: These people have a daughter and she's missing. And due to the fact that you're a convicted sex offender, you better come up with something more than these corny, priestly homilies, and you better come up with them fast.

Rev. Rhodes: I don't have to answer to you. I want to talk to my lawyer.

Brass: That's a good idea. Because you're under arrest.

Warrick: [while searching Rhode's apartment] You know, if I had to gauge it by his apartment, I'd have to say that Alistair Rhodes is just a regular guy.

Nick: Yeah, I'm sure that's what he wants everyone to think too.

Rev. Rhodes: Mr. Grissom...do you believe in a separate, living evil?

Grissom: You're a primitive man on the Savannah. You see something move out of the corner of your eye. You assume it's a hyena. You run, you live. If you assume it's the wind and you're wrong, you die. We have the genes of the ones who ran. We're genetically hard-wired to believe living forces that we cannot see.

Rev. Rhodes: The Devil's sliest trick is making us believe he isn't real. But call his name loud and long enough, [knocks on the table four times] guess who comes knockin' on your door?

Brass: Usually guys like you.

Ronnie: Cops must've picked him up before he died.

Sara: Maybe that's not all they did.

Ronnie: Well, it was a guess.

Sara: What is the first thing that police do when they question a suspect?

Ronnie: Check for I.D...Standard procedure.

Sara: Eddie Kaye's only identification was an expired driver's license found separated from all of his wordly possessions. Print it.

Ronnie: What? You're not seriously gonna go after the cops after something like this?

Sara: You know, that question I will answer. We're not here to protect anyone, Ronnie. Not even the cops. We're here to figure out what happened. If you can't do that, you should get different job.

Dickie: (To Catherine) You know, I could open up new worlds to you. Have you ever had the back of those thighs kissed by a man, who's standing up? [Catherine bursts out laughing] So you find dwarfs funny?

Greg: Okay, sure, um, Carmen Davis' keys were still in her purse, car's outside, no cash in the wallet and the credit cards have been removed and neatly stacked on the table. It appears as though they've been wiped clean. Killer was smart enough not to take anything that could be traced.

Catherine: Which suggests that he was an experienced criminal. What do you know about this guy?

Agent Jack Malone: Including everything you just told me? Everything you just told me.

Grissom: I'll call in some additional AV techs to help Archie get through the footage, but you know, I've learned that sometimes you can go faster by going slow.

Agent Jack Malone: Yeah, well I like to go faster by going fast. Waiting around isn't really my best thing.

Grissom:: I've gathered that from your interrogation technique. You know, maybe you should go back to your hotel and take a nap.

David: It's the third jumper on campus this year. Maybe it's contagious.

Catherine: I saw this documentary once on suicides off the Golden Gate Bridge, and they interviewed a survivor and he said the moment that he let go of the railing, he realized that all of his problems were fixable, except for having jumped.

Ronnie Lake: Mrs. Jimenez, are you okay?

Kim Jiminez: Bad back.

Ronnie: [looks at Mrs. Jimenez's back and finds a knife sticking out of it] Sara, she's got a very bad back.

Catherine: Such a scary thing, sending your kid off to college.

Doc Robbins: Is Lindsey looking already?

Catherine: Yeah. In fact, we looked at WLVU last month.

Doc Robbins: Well, at least she'd be close to home.

Catherine: She's free on campus, may as well be a thousand miles away.

Greg: Looks like our vic was in a goth band. You know, I used to be goth.

Nick: Mh-hmm.

Greg: Yeah, the goth-thing was just an act. Chicks dug it.

Nick: How does that work?

Greg: You act depressed to get chicks, you get depressed chicks.

Nick: [about Marlon West] He confessed. It was later thrown out on a technicality. We really didn't need it. The prosecution's case against Marlon was very strong.

Sara: Until Marlon's little sister Hannah got on the stand and confessed to the murder herself.

Catherine: Oh, yes, I remember this case. A high school senior at age 12.

Sara: She's a prodigy.

Nick: She's a pint-size Machiavelli. She manipulated events, fabricated evidence, and in the end...

Sara: She claimed that she did it because she loved Marlon. Some warped sense of justice... She graduated later that summer, became legally emancipated from her parents and went off to Harvard, pre-med.

Catherine: Well, we don't know that just yet. I mean, we don't have Marlon's DNA to compare with the semen that was found in the victim. All the old evidence was expunged with the verdict.

Sara: I want this case.

Grissom: The one that got away?

Sara: We're not supposed to let them get away, right?

Brass: We're here to talk to you about Kira Dellinger.

Marlon: Kira committed suicide.

Sara: Actually, she was murdered.

Marlon: Somebody I know ends up dead and I'm automatically a suspect?

Brass: History has a way of repeating itself, Marlon.

Brass: I don't know Sara, it's going to be tough to get a warrant.

Sara: I need Marlon West's DNA. If his semen is in Kira Dellinger, it puts him at the murder.

Brass: Look, they had a known sexual relationship, so there's no evidence of rape. And I don't know if you know this, but Marlon's mother and father were killed in a car accident last year. Judge Bowman is going to be very sensitive to that. It could look like harassment.

Sara: Jim, are you going to talk to the judge or not?

Brass: Wow, you really got it out for this kid. What's the deal here, Sara?

Sara: Marlon West has killed before.

Brass: Not according to a jury of his peers.

Sara: Did you have fun talking to Kira Dellinger's parents?

Brass: Excuse me?

Sara: Must've been a lot of screaming and crying and despair.

Brass: There usually is. What's your point, Sara?

Sara: My point is, if we had done our job right the first time, Marlon West would be in jail, and Kira Dellinger would still be alive. Talk to the judge.

Marlon: I'm telling you, I didn't kill Kira. I've never lied to you. Not once. You just never believe me. When I'm guilty, you want me to be innocent. When I'm innocent, you want me to be guilty.

Nick: Hey, you know what, Marlon? You can save it, 'cause unlike most people, you're not going to get me to underestimate you. I already know you're every bit as smart as your sister, especially when it comes to creating confusion.

Hannah: He didn't kill Kira. He cared about her.

Sara: Hannah, what makes you think that I would believe anything that you tell me?

Hannah(smiles sweetly): I suppose I'm an optimist. College has been a difficult adjustment for Marlon, especially after we lost our parents.

Sara: I'm sorry about that.

Hannah: You're not really, though. When will Marlon be able to leave?

Sara: Well, we are going to keep him here as long as we possibly can.

Hannah: At least that's honest. It also seems a little vindictive.

Sara: Given your brother's history, I think it's pretty sensible.

Hannah: What's wrong, Sara? You're different than you used to be. You're angry. And a little sad, too. Why?

Sara: If you want to spend more time with your brother, I recommend you invest in a good lawyer, Hannah.

Sara: I don't think Kira punched Marlon. I think Hannah picked up the tooth from a fight that Marlon had earlier in the evening. And I think she planted it on Kira. [Grissom is silent as he thinks about it] That's crazy.

Grissom: It's possible.

Sara: This kid is spinning me in circles, again.

Grissom: You know, Sara, some cases, some suspects, can get under your skin. Like this tooth. But you can't let 'em make you feel bad.

Hannah: You don't expect me to confess to something I didn't do?

Sara: I am just putting you on notice. You are not fooling me anymore.

Hannah: I think I know why you're so angry, Sara. I did some research. I read about what that serial killer did to you out in the desert, under that car...

Sara: We're talking about you, Hannah.

Hannah: It must've been so terrible being trapped like that all alone. Did your life flash in front of your eyes?

Sara: That is none of your business.

Hannah: You must've been so sad knowing that you were gonna lose everyone who mattered to you.

Sara: Stop it, Hannah.

Hannah: Look, I know how it feels. One moment my parents were alive, and the next they were gone.

Sara: Answer the question!

Hannah: My life changed in that moment. All that I have left is Marlon. Why would I do anything to hurt him?

Ronnie: No, she came in voluntarily. Took some convincing, but she's agreed to go to a shelter.

Sara: She won't stay.

Ronnie: Maybe not. But at least now she has a chance. Look, I did it all on my own time, no OT. I know it's not the way you do things, but I think it's part of the job. At least, that's how I want it to be. For me.

Marlon: I asked Hannah to teach me how to make GHB, and how to get it into Kira. I just wanted to mess her up a bit. I snuck it into Kira's room a few days ago; I still had a key. Hannah must've made a copy.

Sara: I believe you, Marlon. I really do. But the only thing that a jury's going to see is your prints on the lube, your prints on the windowsill, and another dead girl.

Marlon: Why is Hannah doing this to me?

Sara: I don't know. All I know is ... you don't deserve to take the fall for this. And the question is ... are you going to let your sister get away with this and spend the rest of your life in jail?

Marlon: If Hannah wants me in jail, that's where I'm going to be. There's nothing I can do about it.

Marlon: Hannah, they're going to put me away for the rest of my life.

Hannah: The evidence is against you, particularly given your history of violence.

Sara: [voice over] Gil, You know I love you. I feel I've loved you forever. Lately, I haven't been feeling very well. Truth be told, I'm tired. Out in the desert, under that car that night, I realized something, and I haven't been able to shake it. Since my father died, I've spent almost my entire life with ghosts. We've been like close friends, and out there in the desert, it occurred to me that it was time for me to bury them. I can't do that here. I'm so sorry. No matter how hard I try to fight it off, I'm left with the feeling that I have to go. I have no idea where I'm going, but I know I have to do this. If I don't, I'm afraid I'll self destruct, and worse, you'll be there to see it happen. Be safe. Know that I tried very hard to stay. Know that you're my one and only. I will miss you with every beat of my heart. Our life together was the only home I've ever really had. I wouldn't trade it for anything. I love you. I always will. Good bye.

Greg: Disposing of animals like this is illegal. Whoever dumped the vic must have known about the site from dumping dogs.

Nick: Yup. It looks like he's moving up the food chain.

David: Hey Doc.

Doc Robbins: Hey.

David: I heard your band killed last night.

Doc Robbins: Really? Who'd you hear that from?

David: My wife's second cousin. Works in the mayor's office for the budget and finance director. He was at the country club. Grooved to your moldy oldies all night.

Doc Robbins: They're classics.

Catherine: You going to be okay with this one?

Doc Robbins: I'm just not used to seeing them alive.

Brass: (about Warrick) You should have put him in your car and driven him home!

Grissom: I have to trust the people I work with, Jim.

Brass: Look, Warrick's a loose cannon. We both know that. He was in Gedda's strip club ...

Grissom: He was off the clock.

Brass: ... conducting his own police investigation.

Grissom: He's very passionate about this case.

Brass: Yeah, passionate enough to sleep with the vic who ended up dead in his car. Look, I know Warrick didn't have anything to do with it, but he needs to back off. Guys like Lou Gedda: they don't skip on murder and extortion by being lucky.

Grissom: What does that mean? You think Gedda's got friends inside the department?

Brass: Well, unlike Warrick, I don't make accusations... until I have proof.

Wendy: Anytime a dog is impounded in a criminal case, its DNA is collected and profiled. It's just like CODIS.

Hodges: DODIS.

Wendy: Anyway most of the cases in the database are gang-related. But I figured, well, it's worth a shot.

Hodges: Well, that'll look good on the old Grissom point meter.

Wendy: It's protocol.

Hodges: I'm just saying, be careful. No one likes a kiss-ass.

Henry: I know government employees aren't eligible for reward money, but I think we should at least get a small percentage.

Catherine: It's called your salary.

Steve Card: Lizzie was the #1 dog fighter in all of Vegas. That drove Gino nuts 'cause he was like this close to knocking her off the top spot.

Detective Vega: You seriously want us to believe that Mrs. Rodriguez, humanitarian of the year, was into dog fighting?

Steve Card: Oh, she was no Mother Theresa. But, see, she'd still be alive if she wasn't a dirty dog fighter. That rub, it made the other dog sick.

Catherine: Gee, I hate to see the sport tainted like that.

Nick: (to Gino) You know, there are two things a jury can't stand, people who abuse kids and people who abuse animals. So buena suerte.

Grissom: Guy was living the American dream. Every kid wants to grow up to be a cowboy.

Brass: Not a dead cowboy.

Hodges: (talking about cotton fiber) I need another piece for comparison.

Catherine: Forget how to use the scissors? (pushes them to him) Put your fingers in the holes and squeeze.

Hodges: (smirks) Yes ma-am.

Nick: (after Grissom read Cody's poem) It's not Shakespeare.

Grissom: I'm actually a fan of cowboy poetry.

Nick: Are you really?

Grissom: Yeah, it's just a way of organizing your thoughts and feelings so that you can make sense of them.

Nick: Sounds like Cody was trying to make sense of his girl leaving him.

Grissom: (returning the poetry letter to Nick) Yeah well, poetry can help you with that, too.

Wendy: Hey buckaroos, have you seen Catherine? Because I just got the results from that semen stain on Cody Latshaw's jeans.

Nick: Come up with a match?

Wendy: I did. I had to run an Ouchterlony test on it.

Greg: So, not from a human donor?

Wendy: No, no, bovine. (Nick and Greg look appalled) Yeah. I took a psychobiology class once and we studied a very interesting case. Okay, there was a guy who lived on a farm, and literally the only way that this guy could get sexually satisfied was when he was with livestock. (Nick tries to interrupt)

Nick: Hey, that's okay, I'm good...

Wendy: (growing more enthusiastic as she continues) Well, you see, apparently the whole thing started one ngith because he was in the barn and it started snowing, he was stuck in there and couldn't make his way back to the farmhouse so he decided that he would try and stay warm... well, with a sheep. (Nick just looks at Wendy) But then the horses were jealous, so, you know... And I think there was a cow in there as well...

Greg: You know, I think we got the picture.

Nick: I wish I didn't.

Nick: (slaps Precious Ricky's arm) I didn't take you for a country music fan, yee-haw. (leaves)

Greg: Cowboys, cattle rustling, and now a shooting at the dance hall.

Nick: Welcome to the Wild West.

Brass: Well howdy Partner. This is a new experience for me, first time I caught me a cattle rustler.

Nick: (about Cody) Well it's part of the tradition, you know. Solitary man out there trying to find himself.

Catherine: Yeah, but no man is an island. I mean, obviously, he had feelings for Nancy or he wouldn't have written her that poem.

Nick: Nancy? I don't know about that. Tiffany's the one that broke his heart.

Grissom: I don't think it's about either girl. (reading the poem) "I can't help now but wonder what your brown eyes were concealing." Did you read Tiffany's autopsy report?

Nick: Oh. Yeah, her eyes were blue.

Grissom: So were Nancy's.

Nick: Then who did he write the poem for?

Grissom: Wintwister. (Catherine and Nick can't believe it)

Catherine: The bull?

Grissom: I think that's why he went back to the arena that night. Wordsworth once wrote, "Through love we feel we are greater than we know." My guess is, riding that bull, Cody felt like a greater man.

Madeline Klein: Nobody knew he was coming, Conrad. Nobody knew his name. Yeah, well, if you'd stop talking for a minute you'd understand. The investigation's been compromised. Lives are at risk. How many people do the right thing anymore? Have a conscience? Don Cook, didn't even know what he saw. El Mataocho doesn't kill for the thrill, or because he was abused as a child, he kills because it's his answer to everything. I had him eye-witnessed, it was enough for an indictment. No indictment, no trial, he goes free and La Tierra gets stronger, so don't patronize me by saying this might be an accident. I'm not asking you for advice here, I'm telling you. I want Grissom.

Warrick: (to Greg who has a scarf wrapped around his neck) What are you doing, a catalog shoot? Where's your matching hat with your pom-pom?

Greg: Leave me alone. I have a cold.

Madeline Klein: [to Grissom] Boy, you look like hell. I need sugar. You got a soda?

Grissom: Nice to see you, too, Maddy.

Madeline Klein: 6 months' worth of investigation; two months working with the grand jury; 5 low-level indictments against the LAT. Why you? 'Cause you're the only one who won't screw it up.

Grissom: My team won't screw it up.

Madeline Klein: Oh, right. Your team. Warrick Brown got mixed up with a crooked judge. Sanders ran down a civilian while on duty. Ms. Willows lied about being at a crime scene, among other things. And who can forget Stokes, your straight arrow? Suspected of killing his hooker girlfriend. How does the song go? "You call me up, I get 'em out of it"? If it weren't for me, you'd have no team.

Nick: [to Warrick] Hey.

Warrick: Oh, man, you look beat up.

Nick: I feel beat up.

Warrick: Why don't you ... uh ... take a break. I got this.

Nick: No, no, I'm cool. I can push through it.

Warrick: Yeah. You're ... uh ... breaking the lab's budget for rubber gloves here, dawg. Listen, get some rest, man. You'd do the same for me.

Brass: [to Donny Gomez] And why that apartment? Who do you know lives there?

Donny Gomez: Nobody. I got a mental illness. I'm a firebug. I'm loco.

Brass: You're loco?

Donny Gomez: Who knows? (Madeline walks in) Maybe I'll set the lawyer lady's house on fire.

Madeline Klein: Hey, little man with the big mouth. It doesn't matter what you say, 'cause all your boys are going to hear is that you rolled on Alvarado. (Gomez surges to his feet. His hands are cuffed behind his back. The officer grabs his shoulders)

Madeline Klein: That kid wouldn't roll if I gave him a night with Jessica Alba.

Brass: You're really good at making enemies, Maddy.

Madeline Klein: That's why I'm unlisted, divorced and carry a gun.

Brass: Did you take Cook back to Little Gordo's house? You know, maybe to verify his story?

Madeline Klein: Yeah, I always take my secret witnesses on a bus tour of the hood.

Brass: You know, when Don Cook first refused to testify that he saw Alvarado come out of Little Gordo's house, you know what I did? I took him to an out-of-town diner and bought him a cup of coffee. What'd you do?

Madeline Klein: I went to Little Gordo's. (Brass nods, Maddy gets it now) Damn it. Good job, Maddy. They saw me. I can't even blame it on the booze. All they had to do was trail me back to the courthouse and watch me go into the security entrance with 18 escorted jurors. That's how they knew grand jury. Damn it! This is where you're supposed to say, "It's okay. It could happen to anyone. It's not your fault Don Cook is dead." Like hell it isn't.

Greg Fitzsimmons: I would never hit my kids cause, you know, my father used to beat me. He didn't beat me too much. He beat me just right. You know, I remember the last time he really slapped me around, just getting up off the ground, and thinking, "perfect." He really nailed it, you know? Any more would have been barbaric. And yet any less I wouldn't be seeking the approval of you drunks, so thanks. 'Cause parenting is hard and expensive. I just read the other day that if you were to have a baby today and raise that kid all the way through college, it would cost you one million dollars. And that's why I feel like no woman should ever walk out of an abortion clinic with her head hung down in shame. You walk out of there like you just hit the lotto. I'm a winner.

Greg Fitzsimmons: Dude, it's a comedy show! I'm kidding. This is a joke. (the angry guy makes a gun motion with his hand at Greg) What? What was that? Oh... I see why you're so angry, that's your wife.

Greg Fitzsimmons: Anybody finds a size 54 ass, I'll make sure we keep it on ice for 'ya.

Hodges: It's hard to believe that anybody could do something like this to such a beautiful little girl.

Catherine: So, if she had been plain or homely, it'd be easy for you to accept?

Hodges: No, but, maybe it's just me, that when something like this happens to a kid with a face like that, it just seems a little more tragic.

Catherine: Maybe that will work in our favor. (Catherine walks out)

Hodges: Did I just piss her off?

Grissom: Yeah, but she was heading that way when she came in.

Wendy: Okay. This one has a tag. And now... (hands hair follicular tag to Hodges) ... tag, you're it.

Hodges: Is that what passes for DNA humor around here? Never thought I'd miss Sanders.

Leo: Alright, okay, one night, ten years ago I did a hit of ecstasy and I threw in a hit of Peyote for good measure. By the time morning rolled around I was so high, I thought I was inside a living cartoon. I went outside naked and performed a joyous and impromptu dance to the Egyptian Sun God Ra.

Brass: That sounds really beautiful. I'm sorry I missed it.

Leo: Well unfortunately, twenty preschoolers playing in the yard next door didn't.

Leo Finley: For starters, Norah left me. Actually, she threw my stuff out onto the street, got a restraining order on me, notified the neighbors and called my boss. "Hey, Scumbag. Don't bother coming in, we'll mail you your last check." So in one fell swoop, as it were, I lost my girlfriend, my livelihood and my place to live. I thought it was going to be different this time. Frankly, I blame you.

Catherine: I didn't create the circumstances of your life, Leo.

Leo Finley: You grind up the innocent with the guilty.

Catherine: Just take it easy. I was just doing my job.

Leo Finley: (mockingly) I was just doing my job.

Catherine: Yeah, I was just doing my job.

Leo Finley: I was just doing my job. I was just following orders. Blonde Nazi bitch! You get in there with your big boots and you kick it all apart and you don't care who you hurt. Whose life you destroy in the process.

Catherine: Calm down.

Leo Finley: No! It's not fair.

Catherine: Calm down!

Leo Finley: Don't tell me to calm down!

Catherine: (draws her gun) Just stay back and calm down!

Leo Finley: You going to shoot me? Would that help you figure out how completely you screwed my life up? Would you sleep better at night? Maybe, I should just save you the trouble and blow my own brains out, hm. What do you think?

Catherine: I think you need to talk to somebody.

Leo Finley: I am talking to somebody. I'm talking to you. So how about this, if I do decide to kill myself, I'm going to come over to your house, and blow my brains out right on your front lawn. As a gift to you and everything you stand for. How does that work for you? (turns and walks away)

Doc Robbins: No physical signs that their relationship was anything other than platonic.

David: I mean, we're the ones encroaching on their habitat, you don't see them shooting us.

Doc Robbins: Consider this justice for Bambi's mother.

Hodges: You're a geeky, nerdy guy trapped in a woman's body

Wendy: So are you.

Officer: (about his girlfriend taking his pepper spray) But she dances nights at the Acid Strip.

Nick: (chuckles) What, does she clip the can to her g-string?

Brass: That'd be a deterrent to stuffing a tip in there, wouldn't it?

Grissom: Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, three times is enemy action.

Hodges: Winston Churchill.

Grissom: Ian Fleming.

Hodges: I should know that I'm a huge James Bond fan.

Greg: What aren't you a fan of?

Hodges: In an interview in the San Francisco Chronicle, October 31, 1996, if I recall correctly, one Professor Gilbert Grissom revealed that as a boy he collected dead animals he found in his Marina Del Ray neighborhood and performed necropsies on them.

Grissom: Hodges, I want you to stop stalking me.

Hodges: Anytime you need a sniffer to detect it, my nose has the cyanide gene.

Grissom: What type of gene turned your nose brown? (referring to the squirrel he just necropsied) Go ahead. You can sew him up. (gets up and leaves)

Hodges: Will do. And I'll notify next of kin, too. (chuckles, then grimaces at the open body cavity of the squirrel)

Grissom: Your killer's a ground squirrel?

Catherine: In a way I argue self defense.

Nick: Is it bad when you start thinking none of this sounds too weird anymore?

Warrick: Oh, it's a bit too freaky how these cases are connected.

Greg: Grissom, you always say that there is no such thing as coincidence...

Grissom: There isn't.

Catherine: Oh, come on. You got the guy who bursts into flames, just divorced from the woman who was fighting squirrel wars with the Martins...

Nick: And one of his green blooded customers was Evelyn, our lady of tinfoil, who was the last person that Kyle Plank touched before he died.

Grissom: There's one more connection. Evelyn had 200 bucks, and I'm thinking that when she was run over, she was on her way to buy more Thyocite. I think that Wayne Connor was with Dave Boer waiting for the money to arrive.

Greg: Only Evelyn never showed up, Connor lost his temper and Boer killed him in a fight.

Warrick: And it all started with Kyle Plank, lonely guy with a gut full of moonshine.

Grissom: String theory.

Nick: Grissom theory. This is better than a bedtime story.

Grissom: String theory is "the theory of everything." Quantum mechanics tells us about the very small. The theory of relativity explains the immense. String theory ties it all together. It proposes that atomic particles are made up of infinitesimal vibrating loops of energy or strings. Each string vibrates at its own frequency, like on a violin, producing notes and these notes make up everything in the universe.

Catherine: Cosmic symphony.

Grissom: These strings have been combining and recombining ever since the Big Bang. So, the connections between our victims or any of us are not that extraordinary.

Nick: But every one of them thought they were alone.

Warrick: Too bad they didn't know about Grissom's theory.

Greg: In a parallel universe, maybe they're all having breakfast together.

Hodges: Kinda, even at their most absorbent, tampons only hold about 19 grams of fluid or about 20 milliliters.

Wendy: Well, that's enough for aunt flow but that is not going to get an alcoholic drunk.

Hodges: Who's Aunt flow? (Wendy gives him a look) Oh! All right, maybe she was just doing it to take the edge off but what I can't figure out is how she managed it because every time I throw one in here, it turns into Spongebob Squarepants.

Wendy: You don't take it out of the applicator first. Gimme! (Hodges gives her a tampon) Watch and learn. (she makes it clear how it works) There, that's why they call it an applicator.

Hodges: I always wondered how that worked.

Wendy: All men do.

Warrick: [about a bloodstain] Hey, what does this look like to you?

Grissom: Hermaphrodite on rollerskates.

Catherine: A puppy.

Hodges: Bud didn't marry Annabelle. He married Natasha pretending to be Annabelle.

Catherine: Well, one thing's for sure. Neither one of them is pretending to be dead.

Grissom: What if the killer used the victim's car to transport the body?

Nick: He drives the victim's own vehicle back to the funeral home, stuffs the body in a double-decker coffin, hits a car wash, comes back cleans out the office, and then leaves us the keys. That's pretty considerate.

Grissom: Or very smart.

Nick (after Hodges was talking to I.A): I don't care, what'd you say?

Hodges: I said that I saw Warrick sitting alone in Grissom's office in the dark.

Nick: So what?

Hodges: He got a phone call and he got really pissed at the person that he was talking to.

Nick: So what?

Hodges: Then he was found an hour later in a pool of Gedda's blood.

Nick: Hey, you don't know what happened in there.

Hodges: Look, Nick, all I did was tell the truth as I saw it. That's what we're supposed to do, right?

I.A. Officer Wagenbach: (to Warrick; laying out photos in front of him) Your gun with blood tissue and hair at the scene. Your cuffs, on the vic. You covered in blood. You went to Pigalle to get revenge by giving Lou Gedda a taste of his own medicine. You're a CSI, what's the evidence telling you?

Warrick: (pauses) The evidence is ... the evidence is suggesting that I did it.

Ecklie: [arriving at Warrick's crime scene] Gil, how do you wanna handle this?

Grissom: I want us to do this, Conrad. I want Nick and Catherine on the car.

Ecklie: [softly] Okay.

Nick: I feel sorry for whoever did this.

Catherine: [finishes her phone call and walks over to Grissom and Ecklie] Greg's coming back from the airport, I told him to go straight to the lab. (pauses) We're gonna have to take your clothes to get processed.

Ecklie: I'll drive ya.

Grissom: I'm gonna go with Warrick.

Greg: I.. uh, need to do something.

Grissom: You could, uh, pick up Warrick's clothes from the coroner.

Grissom: He didn't wanna go, Sara.

Sara: (pause) Tell me.

Grissom: I was holding him. ... God, I could feel his life, ... I guess I felt that if I could hold him tight enough, he'd be okay.

Sara: You know that there is no place in the world that he would have rather been at the end. ... He loved you.

Grissom: [holding back tears] Yeah, I loved him. [Catherine comes in and sees Sara, Sara walks up to her and hugs her]

Sara: [while hugging Catherine] I'm so sorry.

Catherine: It's so good that we can all be together. [Greg and Nick walk in and Sara hugs them both]

Greg: I'm glad you're here.

Sara: Look, um, maybe I can pick up some of the slack. I... I know I can't work the case, but maybe I can make some of the, uh... arrangements.

Grissom: That'd be great.

Greg: I'll help you.

Sara: I'd appreciate that.

Nick: You know, since his grandmother passed, we were the only family that he had. He once told me that he'd like to be buried next to her.

Grissom: I went to her funeral with Warrick. She's, uh, buried at the Baptist cemetary on Eastern.

Sara: We're gonna need, uh, a key, I guess to his place.

Catherine: I've got one. I... went over to his place and got him some fresh clothes when he was in custody.

Nick: Warrick was right about Gedda and he was right about the department. [looks at everyone then at Grissom] Let's finish this for him.

Undersheriff McKeen: I know that you and Warrick were close, and I don't want you to think that I had it in for the guy.

Brass: Why would I think that, Jeff?

Undersheriff McKeen: I don't know... Maybe I'm feelin' guilty. I thought Brown was a bad apple. I was certain that he killed Gedda. And I was wrong. I know it's a little late for apologies but I-I... I just wanted to tell 'ya.

Brass: Hey, we all have regrets. I thought he killed Gedda, too. You know what the last thing that I told him was?

Undersheriff McKeen: No.

Brass: "I hope you remember how lucky you are." Some luck, huh?

Undersheriff McKeen: Thanks.

Sara: You know, after being in so many victim's houses, I never left my house without making the bed and taking out the trash, just in case I didn't come home.

Greg: What about now?

Sara: Since I left Vegas, I don't do that anymore.

'[Sara and Grissom are watching the DVD of Warrick's custody hearing]

Woman: [to Warrick] So what makes you think that you'd be a good father? You were raised by your grandmother. You never even knew your biological father.

Warrick: Which is exactly why Eli needs to know his. Look, the most important thing you need to know about how to raise a child is how give a child love, and I've been loved. He says I've always tried to be a good man, and I've screwed up. And when I have there's always been one man in my life to set me straight. I've learned a lot from him, how to be fair, how to forgive, ... how to be inspired, how to inspire others.

Woman: Sounds like a special person.

Warrick: He is. If I could've picked my own father, I'da picked him. [Grissom is clearly touched and saddened at the same time]

Grissom: There's no way that McKeen could've heard those shots. So why did he say that he did? He also implied that he saw Pritchard running away from Warrick's car.

Brass: But he never said that it was Pritchard.

Grissom: He led us to believe that though.

Brass: [sighs] You know when I first came to Vegas over twenty years ago... I haven't thought about this in a while, Jeff McKeen was a detective then. He invited us all to Mt. Charleston to his cabin, you know, all the new guys, have a barbeque, cook some steaks, have a few drinks, get to know each other, you know?. And it was a nice place, you know, but not too nice for detective pay. I mean, my radar's already up I came from Jersey, you know, guys took more than they gave, and they made it an art form, how not to push it, how not to make it showy, you know. Anyway, Jeff is sizing me up, he's sniffing around, he's telling me how great Vegas is, how great it'd be for my career... But I let him know, without bustin' his balls that I wasn't in a game, I wasn't for sale and it's a good thing that I took a look around up there at Mt. Charleston because I never got invited again, no more barbeques for me.

Grissom: First witness at the scene is the first suspect, right?

Brass: Right.

Grissom: When I told Warrick that Pritchard had framed him, he said that Gedda's mole had to have been higher up on the food chain. If I were McKeen I would worry that Warrick would never let it go.

[Flashback]

Brass: Let's say that McKeen saw the interview video. The time that Warrick left the PD to the time that Warrick got killed was like an hour, hour and a half. Is that enough time to frame Pritchard? For all we know Pritchard's not even in Vegas.

Grissom: Yeah, but if Pritchard gets picked up somewhere else, that gives him an alibi, and McKeen is screwed.

McKeen: Okay, you wanna know why I did it? Warrick had a big mouth. You know, I just shot him. I'd try to warn him, but he was just too stupid to listen. You know, when I shot him, he had a big smile on his face. I told him that he could keep his job, I didn't have the heart to fire him. [laughs]

Nick: Shut up.

McKeen: You were his friend. What kinda friend are you?! Shoot me, you son of a bitch! '[[Nick is shaking, screen shows Brass running though the woods, Brass hears a shot and runs over to Nick, who is stand over McKeen]

Brass: Nick...

Nick: McKeen has a gunshot wound to the stomach, he's lost a lot of blood, we should get the Med-Evac helicopter here ASAP.

Brass: What was that shot?

Nick: A miss.

Grissom: [at Warrick's funeral] As crime scene investigators, we meet people on the worst day of their lives. They've just lost a family member, somebody they loved, often in a horrible way. A piece of their heart is gone, and will never be replaced. The phrase we're trained to offer them, "I'm sorry for your loss", as we know now, doesn't offer much. Warrick Brown was a young boy when his parents passed away. Much too young to learn that life can be so tragically short. But I think that it taught him how precious life is, and so he lived his life to the fullest, each day as if it was his last day. I was with Warrick on his last day. All the qualities that defined him, his tenaciousness, his deep sense of loyalty, his courage to risk his life for what he knew was right, all those traits were with him on that last day. Just before he died, we were all having breakfast together. Our team. His friends. His family. And Warrick was... he was ... (sobs) I'm going to miss him so much.

Jerzy: Oh, yeah. She was one of my models, she's a lovely girl. [looks at the picture] That's a cheap imitation of my work.

Brass: Well, you have to take it up with the coroner because she's dead for real.

Brass: Maybe you, uh, maybe you bumped into him at a grocery store or something.

Jerzy: I don't go out. I don't shop. I don't bump.

Brass: But you do paint dead people.

Jerzy: I paint people who look dead, and you would weep if you knew how much I make doing that. If you haven't noticed our culture seems to be obsessed with sex and death.

Brass: I've noticed.

Jerzy: I'm gonna save you some time because I know what's on your mind. I don't kill my models. I don't even bang them much anymore, occasionally, of course, but I find not with same gusto and verve with as the days go by.

Brass: You bang Carla Perotti?

Jerzy: I'm not doing women.

Brass: You mind if I look around?

Jerzy: I'd like to paint you in the nude.

Brass: I don't do nude. Where would I pin the badge?

Jerzy: Exactly.

Catherine: Lividity says the victims died in the positions in which they were discovered.

Riley: So, what does that mean? That the killer's using some sort of gas chamber?

Grissom: I think so. He lures someone back to his place, slips them a sedative, then re-dresses and positions the bodies inside a sealed container, waits for the carbon monoxide to go to work. Once the bodies are in full rigor, he's got about ten hours to place them and have them discovered.

Nick: Now that we know the recipe, let's find the cook.

Patricia Alwick: Dr. Grissom! May I have a word with you?

Grissom: Yes, of course. Come in.

Patricia Alwick: I wonder why it is you hold what I do in such obvious contempt?

Grissom: Excuse me?

Patricia Alwick: The last time we spoke, you mentioned that you were having problems with Hank. Now, out of concern for you and because I take my job very seriously, I started asking around.

Grissom: Oh...

Patricia Alwick: And was met with a mixture of bafflement and smirks by most of your staff until David Hodges took pity on me and informed me that Hank was your dog.

Grissom: I apologize. It was a serious question.

Patricia Alwick: Oh, really?

Grissom: For the last few weeks my dog's been listless, barely eats, and I just wondered that if you thought it was possible that pets could take on the emotion of their owners?

Patricia Alwick: Well, companion animals were bred to respond to human beings. At some level, I do believe that they resonate with what their owners are feeling. So, what are you feeling?

Grissom: I've just been a little distracted lately. Uh, having a hard time focusing on the details.

Patricia Alwick: That's normal.

Grissom: Not for me. [pause] I wondered if you knew, typically how long this lasts?

Patricia Alwick: There's no typical. Days, weeks, sometimes years, the important thing is to acknowledge it, but you do have to talk about it, and if not with me, then with somebody else and soon.

Jerzy: [flipping the pictures facedown on the table] I can't stand looking at inferior art. It sears into my consciousness like bad Mexican food.

Brass: He's ready to talk but only to someone who understands his work. I'm ready to slap him around, but I figured you could show some restraint.

Emilina: Money buys you a lot of people, but, but not a lot of friends.

Hodges: Oh, hey! Gil! So I scored two tickets to this Alec Knight lecture. He's of course, you know, challenging the Russian claim that the Romonov remains found at Yekaterinburg are authentic. [Grissom looks slightly confused] Open bar.

Hodges: My shoes are ruined. Why didn't you tell me to wear boots? Or better yet, hire some more CSIs.

Catherine: Trust me, you were my last choice.

Hodges: Thank you.

Henry: Ran tox on hamburger head, lows levels of THC and alcohol. For what it's worth I don't think he was injecting weed or beer into his nipples. Although, this, uh, one time Hodges and I were growing botox and he goes and he injects it...

Suspect: If it's going to get me out of here quicker, I'll be William freaking Shakespeare.

Grissom: (about the victim) Attractive girl, on drugs, on the street, with an ex-con, and no I.D.

Doc Robbins: Sounds like a street hooker.

Grissom: Yeah. But not someone who pays for plastic surgery.

Doc Robbins: Ah, well, maybe it's a business investment, courtesy of her pimp.

Catherine: So this guy gets out of jail and under the running time of The Godfather, he's dead.

Riley: Well, a lot of people die at the end of Godfather.

Bob: One of my video analysts caught news of your double in Koreatown and recognized the male vic while scanning one of our video feeds from a unrelated shoplifting investigation.

Brass: Wow.

Catherine: Video analyst?

Bob: Yeah, why what do you call 'em?

Catherine: Wow. You've got some really great cameras.

Bob: As good as any on the strip. In fact our crime lab is better equipped than most in the country.

Catherine: Now, that's a crime.

Catherine: Our girl's done time. Three months for prostitution.

Greg: Three months, that's pretty harsh for Vegas.

Catherine: Prostitution with HIV.

Greg: Oh, that's like pointing a gun and pulling the trigger.

Greg: Nothing says 'I love you' like processed sugar.

Nick: I know this seems like a simple trash hut, but it could make or break the case. The sooner we find this stuff, the sooner we're gonna find this kid. So, don't be afraid to get your hands dirty. (notices Hodges not walking with them) Hodges, come on man, I know you're not nuts about the field but I didn't bring you all the way out here to just stand around, you know what I mean?

Hodges: Can I see you for a second?

Nick: What?

Hodges: You can work hard (opens up a trash bin right by the crime scene) or you can work smart. (Nick pulls out a bag from Dempsey's department store) Can I go now?

Brass: I just got faxed Sung Bang's prison record, and there's something weird on his personal release form. Listen to this, the guy left prison with a 9mm.

Grissom: They let him out of jail with a gun?

Brass: Well, it's only a misdemeanor, y'know, it's like a hotel, you get back what you checked in.

Grissom: So, you can go out and commit a felony?

Brass: Apparently.

Riley: How do we know Cora wasn't packing? The father of her son was a gangster, she was living with a gangster, I wouldn't put it past her.

Grissom: Well, let's see. [grabs the vic's jeans]

Riley: Most woman's clothes don't have a place to hide a gun, that's uh, that's what purses are for.

Grissom: You think they shot each other

Riley: Why not? There's motive. The evidence suggests it.

Grissom: Where are their guns?

Riley: Dead man with a gun in the hood, gone in sixty seconds. Jin skips town because this family dispute uncovers his once invisible gang. He leaves the booby trap because he's angry about it.

Grissom: It's possible. It's also possible that Jin shot both vics. Which is what the kid said and he was the closest witness.

Riley: If your uncle and your mother shot each other, you would probably blame the gang banger too.

Grissom: Okay, pilgrim. We'll settle this on the street.

Grissom: The kid shot his mother for shooting his uncle.

Brass: So you think Jin had nothing to do with it?

Grissom: Not the shooting.

Brass: Well, it makes sense. His uncle was trying to protect him and his mother was torturing him.

Grissom: Park never controlled anything in his life till he fired that gun.

Brass: An HIV-positive eight-year-old. No wonder no-one wanted to talk. Juvie may be the best thing for him. He'll get the care he needs there.

Nick: Take a couple of high school kids, put 'em in a fast car, add a few beers and a driver with a lead foot. Throw in an unexpected obstacle and the rules of physics and what you get is a very abrupt end to a party on wheels.

Cavaliere: You just described my whole senior year, which admittedly ended better than theirs.

Robbins: You want COD on Janelle Rowe?

Riley: Bullet to the head?

Robbins: Exsanguination from transection of the jugular by a .38 caliber round, if you please.

Hodges: Was treated hardwood and white ash; known for its durable bending quality and hardness. Not unlike me.

Catherine: You didn't learn anything in sensitivity training, did you?

Hodges: I took what I needed and I left the rest.

[Nick and Hodges are playing Mailbox Baseball in the parking garage]

Catherine: Nicky, for God's sake, are you trying to break your arm?

Nick: Don't sweat it, I tried it on the dummy first. Didn't break his arm, it's not gonna break mine.

Hodges: It became clear during our experiments that it would take something far more massive than an aluminum mailbox to generate the force necessary to cause the fracture in the victims arm.

Hodges: Well it looks like they're a cute couple, I give you that, but what I don't get is why anybody wants to watch that show. I don't, it's a talent contest? It's more like a humiliation ritual.

Archie: Well you'd know about that.

Hodges: Specific type of asbestos called Amicide. Its particles are bound together by vermiculite and cellulose, the combination found in spray-on ceilings, that type of ceiling material hasn't been used in 20 or 30 years. You know, it's as if you victim found a hole in the time-space continuum and was murdered decades ago.

Howard: Let me get this straight. You guys bust my company for selling roits, give everybody else a chance to plead out for easy time so the DA can make an example out of me because I'm, me personally, I'm corrupting the very fabric of American sports. You ruined my life, and now you want me to help you?

Collectibles Dealer: We're talking about a piece of television history. The actual space force microprobe Commander Artemis Bishop used to subdue the alien Gorth in the season two finale of Astro Quest. And it can all be yours for just $750.

Hodges: 750? Do I look like an idiot to you?

[Scene cuts to Hodges walking with the space force microprobe.]

Hodges: [Calls Brass on his cell phone.] It's Hodges.

Brass: Who?

Hodges: From trace. We have a situation at the Whatifitcon.

Brass: The Whatifit-what? How'd you get this number?

Hodges: I cloned Grissom's cell phone for a work related matter. That's not important now. We have a situation. It's one of the exhibitors.

Brass: I talked to the neighbors, nobody had anything bad to say about Mrs Kelly, in fact they all called her a saint. Specials eds teacher, she's a friend to kids, stray dogs, and anyone with a problem.

Catherine: Well I must have met her evil clone.

Catherine: Tetanus shot hurt more than the crazy lady attacking me.

Riley: You going to turn into a vampire now?

Catherine: Well, I already work nights so I don't think anybody's going to notice.

Greg: So Elvis, how'd you get these injuries?

Elvis: I'm a landscaper. Got a lot of cactus orders because of the drought.

Catherine: Chill out Conrad, you'll have it on your desk by the end of shift. Yes, I've included a 10% cut across the board, just make sure there's 10% less crime and we'll be fine.

Hodges: Ah, the 70s. Recession, energy crisis, conflict in the Middle East, my how times have changed.

Riley: Least we don't have to put up with disco.

Hodges: It's an old Hux Club casino chip.

Riley: Hampton Huxley, the dead porno mag guy?

Hodges: No, it's not porno, it's a lifestyle. For one brief shining moment in the 80s scantily-clad Hux Club kittens, serving cocktails and dealing blackjack was the pinnacle of Las Vegas high society.

Wendy: How'd you get in?

Hodges: Sadly only through the glossy pages of the magazine, which I purchased for the articles.

Ecklie: Alright, look guys, I got a press conference in an hour and I'd rather not say something that I'll have to backtrack later on. Did Wilkes intentionally kill Olivia Hamilton?

Nick[same time as Ray]: I'd say so.

Ray: I doubt it.

Catherine: Maybe you should cancel the press conference.

Nick[to Ray]: Shooting review board?

Ray: Yeah. [reads the letter] They cleared me.

Nick: Good. Kill or be killed, Ray. It's a terrible situation to be in, man, don't let it bother 'ya.

Ray: It hasn't been bothering me. And that's what's been bothering me.

Catherine: Sara, I know that you walked into some fireworks in the breakroom.

Sara: What? Ecklie? Please.

Catherine: No, I just read Riley's exit interview. She had some... harsh things to say about my leadership, that the team's fractured, that it lacks cohesion because of me because of my managerial style. I don't know. I-I admit it, I admit that things are different since Grissom left.

Sara: Well... it's like when a great baseball team loses its clean-up hitter; suddenly everybody's swinging for the fences and nobody's playin' small ball.

Catherine[smirks]: You're using a baseball analogy.

Sara: Ah, apparently part of being married is attempting to share in your spouse's interests.

Catherine[chuckles]: Okay. That's a weird side of you.

Sara[smiles]: I know. Look, you still have a lot of great players and some new talent. Maybe you just need to reshuffle your lineup.

Catherine: English, please?

Sara: You are a great CSI Catherine, and you know how to manage your team. The only thing Grissom had that you don't... is you. [Catherine smiles.]

Greg: Porn house, drug house, Millander house in between, they must throw one hell of a block party.

Ray: See, Craig, you and I have something in common: We both have father's who killed people.

Craig: Your father was a serial killer?

Ray: No, he was a soldier in the Korean War. He even got a Bronze Star for his work.

Craig: That's different.

Ray: No it's not. See, after the war was over, my father continued to fight, every once in a while he would go out to a bar, not so much to drink, but to pick fights. I remember one day, he came home he was very excited. He had a black eye and a fat lip, and was bragging about how he had knocked somebody out. Said he hit the man so hard the paramedics had to peel him off the floor, said it was the most fun he had ever had.

Sara: Craig, if we made you feel like you were paying for your father's crimes, I'm sorry.

Craig: You know, I never even met Mr. Millander, yet I'm more like a Millander than a Mason. You probably wonder how that happened.

Sara: It has crossed my mind.

Craig: You see, my father, Doug Mason, took me to the Halloween warehouse once a month. He told me that the owner, Mr. Millander was his friend, and then my father would play with me with me just like every father would play with his son. Millander's costumes were toys to me, and I'd told my father every time that we went to tell this Mr. Millander that he was a genius. And then one day it all stopped, I lost both my father and my idol. And making masks and rubber hands is my way of keeping the connection alive.

Brass: I put my credibility on the line for you. CSIs said excessive force, I said 'no way'.

Officer Finn: That's right.

Brass: Oh, really? [plays the dispatch recording of Officer Finn calling Sergeant Johnson a black son of a bitch.]

Officer Finn: I don't remember saying that.

Union Rep: I'm advising you not to speak, not until we hear the complete recording and check the witness statements.

Officer Finn: You think I'm racist? I don't remember, if I said he was black, I was describing the suspect. I was so focused on what the gun was doing I...

Brass: Did you see his face?

Officer Finn: No, it was dark out.

Brass: Are you telling me, you didn't recognize Scott Johnson? He was a trainee, he rode with you, he was your damn partner for four months. You spent 8 hours a day in a car together. You saw more of him than you did of your wife.

Union Rep: This was over 5 years ago.

Brass: So you're telling me you didn't recognize a guy who put a formal complaint in your file for racial discrimination? Let me read this to you: "Frequent and excessive use of racial epithets including the 'N' word."

Officer Finn: First of all, no. I didn't recognize Johnson. And second, yeah, sure, I use street talk with the trainees.

Brass: Come on, you know that doesn't fly anymore.

Officer Finn: But believe me, whatever they get from me is nothing compared to what they're gonna get from the real gorillas in the jungle.

Union Rep: That's a poor choice of words.

Officer Finn: I am training them for the real world and of the dozens and dozens of people I have trained, and that is every color of the rainbow, pal. That hard ass was the only one who ever complained. The only one. He's the racist, not me.

Ray: Look, when I had a gun pulled on me, I didn't check for skin color before I pulled the trigger. Finn's motives are not what we're after, just the evidence that's gonna tell us about his actions.

Detective Moreno '[looking at the computer screen]: Each dot represents a crime involving firearms. And that... that's just the last year.

Sara: Wow. You leave town for a while and all hell breaks loose.

Catherine: Finn took action in the line of duty. Johnson was trying to help a kid at risk.

Ray: I was teaching at WLVU when Coach Miller won his second conference title. And everybody loved him, treated him like a god.

Catherine: Even gods have enemies.

Doc Robbins: Coach was struck at least a dozen times.

Nick: A lot of rage here.

Doc Robbins: Agreed. The multiple impacts crushed his skull and drove bone fragments into the brain, causing catastrophic hemorrhaging. It's like when you push your finger into a hard-boiled egg. The shell cracks but the pieces stay in place.

Nick: Thanks for ruining another breakfast for me.

Doc Robbins: It's what I do.

Doc Robbins: C'mon, you're not gonna ask me about the zombie thing?

Nick: Well, you're obviously eager to tell me.

Doc Robbins: Well, damage was predominantly on the right side of the brain to the neo-cortex which controls thought, language and reason. It was almost completely destroyed. But the paleo-cortex which lies beneath it remained intact. The paleo-cotrex controls learned instinct and rituals. Which explains why the victim was able to brush his teeth and eat his breakfast without noticing that he was bleeding to death.

Nick: They never seem to get that right in zombie movies.

Julian: Captain, do you know how much the university pays campus security?

Brass: Well, I know that prison inmates make 15 cents an hour. Is it less than that?

Pal: You found my Beemer? Good work, boys.

Brass: When you reported it stolen, did you know there was a dead girl inside?

Pal: Well, it came fully loaded, but a dead girl wasn't part of the package.

Hooker: Oh, don't take that tone with me, blondie. This is the blood on an innocent Samaritan.

Brass: Oh, yeah? We got a special on Samaritans, we're arresting them tonight.

Greg: Why'd the killer put the gun back in the register? Langston? ... Ray? ... I'll answer my own question. You see, Greg, cop pulls you over and finds cash on you, no big deal. If he finds a gun, then you're going to jail.

April: And don't be surprised if Mr. Baker never admits he was raped. Odds are, you'll probably close the case on lack of co-operation and then make fun of him around the office. Have a nice day, Mr. Stokes.

Nick: Hey, what is your problem? I'm just trying to do my job here.

April: I've watched you guys stand over dead bodies and crack jokes. I still see a human being when all you see is evidence. Which, might make you a good investigator, but it also makes you cold, hard, people.

Nick: So you can feel compassion for dead people? But you can't feel it for someone who's alive, wearing a badge, tryin' to help! Good luck with that. Enjoy your sandwich.

Nick: So, you catch a guy burglarizing your store. You wanna teach him a lesson, I get it. You beat him, you stab him, you shoot him. But do you have to rape him?

Ray: Greek warriors in ancient times would sodomize their enemies after a battle, to humiliate them, take their manhood...

Nick: Yeah, yeah. I understand the concept of humiliation: rape isn't about sex, it's about violence. But this is a little excessive, don't you think?

Nick: Time for a toast. You know, bowling is a family sport. I'd like to raise a glass to our CSI family. Cheers. [They all drink] But unfortunately, it's time to give the family a little ass-whoppin'. [They all laugh]

Nick[reading the "Closed Notice" at Harry's]: "Notice closed by the board of health. Suspected point of origin of hepatitis B outbreak. Date of closure 7/3/09." Oops.

Hodges: That was five months ago.

Henry: Nice, you were gonna give me hepatitis for my birthday. Thanks

Nick: We've got a dead body here, boys.

Henry[unenthused]: Best birthday, ever.

Henry: Maybe the raccoon lept through that window ninja style, and before this guy could shoot it, it landed on him and chewed his face off. Well, I guess we should call it in, huh? Oh, that's right, we've got no reception!

Shirley: You think I don't know what you see when you look at us? [takes a sip of her martini] Bunch of ignorant drunk crackers. Shiftless peckerwoods. Lemme tell you somethin', we built this place outta nothin' with our hands, and our sweat and our determination. Mayor of Vegas used to eat here.

Greg: [whispers to Hodges] Alright, if I can't find a phone, I'm gonna make one. Keep an eye on her. [walks off]

Shirley: We had politicians, celebrities, rubbin' up elbows with the common man. Some nights, we had eight, ten limos stacked out up front. Then Harry took off, it all went to hell. He didn't care who he hurt. [making another martini] Are you sure, that I can't fix you boys one of these?

Hodges: You know, I could use the little boy's room.

Shirley: Ah, toilet is all stuffed up. There's one in the basement. But, you don't wanna use that one, believe me. There's like, a million black widow spiders down there. It's like a black widow convention is what it is. You just like puff up and die, so... Use the bushes. [Hodges goes to leave]

Henry: [grabs his arm and whispers] Whoa, whoa, what am I supposed to do?

Hodges: You heard Greg, keep an eye on her.

Shirley: [pours Henry some whiskey] You are gonna drink a man drink, just like that. [Henry chuckles nervously]

Shirley: This place was a gold mine. That man, he walked away with $250,000. All I got... [hands Henry a postcard that reads "Florida" on the front] was a postcard. Just to rub my face in it.

Henry[reading the postcard]: "Shirley, by the time you read this, I'll be sippin' pina coladas, on an island somewheres far away with the new love of my life who is much younger than you. Don't come lookin' for me 'cause I'm all gone. Good-bye, Harry."

Greg: Guy stands in the middle of a 3-way shootout and strolls out alive?

Nick: Was he just lucky, or bulletproof?

David: Knocked over by a car, fell down a well, attacked by coyotes, poisoned by a spider, lost in a cave, traded for a Mike Schmitt rookie baseball card, and my favorite, [Sara walks in] given to a farm. Allegedly.

[Sara looks confused, looks at Henry]

Henry: The tragic fates of the Phillips' family dogs.

Greg[holds up a stuffed animal]: I mean, is this what women really want?

Catherine: It's what men think women want. Like candy, it's sweet and hard to resist but sooner or later we just want some meat and potatoes.

Greg[imitating the stuffed animal talking]: All women I take out just order a salad.

Catherine[laughs]: God, I used to have drawers full of this crap from guys. Now, I just want a man that I can count on.

Fiore: Well, if I called the cops and you found them, then there would be reports saying that I had brought a girl back to my room. And I couldn't take the risk of my wife finding out. She's an heiress, has all the money. Simple cost-benefit analysis.

Catherine: How does that analysis work? Their lives for your wallet?

Fiore: The solve rates for murders, for homicides in Clark county? 62%. My wife finds out that I'm philandering? That's a 100% chance of divorce.

Fiore: Look, it was a mathematical certainty that a woman like that would report the assault or she would blackmail me for the rest of my life. So, the only logical thing to do was to kill her.

Greg: And you applied that same logic when Karen Jones showed up at your door?

Fiore: You know what the stupid girl did? She pointed a gun at me and she demanded that I give her 50,000 dollars for her friend's funeral.

Catherine: Well, according to my math, the 50,000 dollars that you saved is gonna cost you 20 years to life.

Fiore: Look, I-I am a good man. I work hard. I love my wife. I contribute to society. I mean, these people, you deal with them all the time. And those girls? They were just... They were just worthless criminals.

Catherine[after Hodges finds the primary crime scene]: See what you can accomplish when your pride's on the line.

Hodges: Everyday of my life.

Nick: You know, Ray, for somebody who doesn't like golf, you certainly seem to know an awful lot about it.

Ray: It's not that I don't like golf. It's just that you have to focus your mind, practically every fiber of your being on a small white ball that you wanna hit just the right way, and then when you hit it, the feeling is exhilarating. And so you chase the small white ball all day, so that you can hit it exactly the same way. You chase that feeling. Kinda like cocaine. Not exactly the best hobby for an obsessive personality.

Nick: Yeah, people like that are better suited for a job in criminalistics, huh?

Catherine: I know, just make sure no one enters the casino with vests, radios or uniforms. We can't have any mistakes.

Nick: Copy that. How's the stakeout going?

Catherine: Well, so far it's like watching bad porn.

Vartann: I just don't get these two idiots. They're born into money. They graduated good schools. Their daddies paid for it all.

Catherine: Sounds like you've got an issue with rich people.

Vartann: No. I got an issue with rich kids killing poor kids.

Ray: Can you tell us what you did after you had been ejected for the second time?

Clint: I hooked up with another buyer. Paid him to buy up Brenda's whole table. He dropped off the merchandise around 11... and I blissed out in my room for the rest of the night.

Nick: Holed up in your hotel room with a bunch of women's panties is not an alibi.

Clint: If you'd ever tried it, you'd know it was.

Vartann: [to Catherine] I always thought that I was... you know, better alone, you know? But I miss having someone to come home to. [after few seconds] I didn't mean to put you on the spot. Just wanted you to know.

Robbins: My uncle was obsessed with the smell of chocolate chip cookies. One day, my aunt came home and found him with his head in the oven. Thought he was committing suicide. She realised at that instant, the secret to a happy marriage: fresh baked cookies every day.

Hodges: Because if you can't even imagine yourself out in the field, how will you ever expect Ecklie to?

Guillermo: So why lie?

Wendy: I guess I'm afraid that maybe I'm gonna wake up one morning and I'm gonna think that I spent most of my life fighting crime in a test tube.

Guillermo: Just because something is the size of a molecule doesn't mean that it can't be filled with intrigue and excitement. CSIs gather the evidence, but analysis is really what gives it meaning. You need both to find the truth.

Hodges: You see, Wendy suspected what I was up to, and she was urging me to come clean. I swear, it'll never happen again. Mea culpa. [to Henry] Can you forgive me?

David[walking in the sewer to get the body]: I think I bumped into every piece of dog poop and used condom in the city of Las Vegas.

Catherine: Oh, David, suck it up. [sees the body] There he is.

David: Yep, he's dead.

Officer Mitch: David, you think you have a hard job?

David: Well, Officer, I am the one who has to haul him out of here.

Brass: Okay, let me get this straight, you'd rather do the legwork on a next-of-kin notification you'd rather do that than slog around in the sewer looking for evidence? I mean, that-that is not the down and dirty Sara Sidle I used to know.

Sara: I like to know where haters come from.

Doc Robbins: A racist gets stabbed before he can drown. A lot of people would call that justice.

Ray: We still have to call it murder.

Greg[to Carl]: Okay, you don't have to talk if you don't want to. But if you're smart, you'll write down everything that happened that night. [slides a notepad and a pen over to him] In your own words, so at least we have your side of the story. [Carl writes something down, and slides the notepad over to Greg. It reads 'I want a layer.'] You want a layer?

Carl: It says lawyer, dude. Don't you know how to read?

Greg: Sounds like Shawn was really trying to change his life.

Catherine: Probably what got him killed.

Ray: It's always easier to , uh, embrace hatred than it is to leave it behind.

Greg: It's hard to get a hair into his throat without intimate contact. But I guess you're never too old. Especially with the blue pill. In fact, I know guys my age who are using it. Guys who you know, need the boost. Other guys.

Catherine: After losing Warrick, I thought, if I just worked hard enough, if I focused completely on the cases that I-I wouldn't have to think about his death. ... There isn't enough work in the world... I realized that I couldn't do my job without talking to somebody.

Nick: I never knew that about you.

Catherine: Well, I'm-I'm good at hiding things. Like you.

Brass: I know your heart is in the right place, Nick, but the family would be more comfortable if you weren't here. Now, I have been were you are. I know how you feel but sometimes the best thing is to walk away. Okay? That's the right thing.

Brass: Nice little crime scene you got here. So you called in your own 419 off a web posting? I mean, I heard of firemen setting fires to get overtime. Don't tell me you're dropping bodies for extra cash.

Hodges: Group, I'd like you to meet Dr. Raymond Langston, Nick Stokes and Greg Sanders. These are our CSI field agents. They go out and collect all those little bits of evidence, and then they bring them to me for answers. (about the burned victim) Ooh! Looks like they're cooking up a searing mystery today.

Catherine [to Greg]: You did good.

Greg: Yeah, well, most bosses wouldn't have given me the chance to make it right.

Catherine: Oh, make no mistake. I'm pissed off at you, Greg. You disappeared on us, you walked into an ambush, you almost got yourself killed and then you left the scene of a crime.

Greg: Am I on suspension?

Catherine: You should be (pauses) But I'm the last ones who should be throwing stones. I've been blinded by lust once or twice. Just do me a favor. The next time you get the hots for a mysterious babe, let me check her out for you. I got an eye for the rotten ones.

Nick (laughs): Hey, you're always taking care of me. How about I take of you for a change?

Catherine: Okay. Thanks, Nicky.

[Vivian, Nate Haskell's self-proclaimed "fiancee", has been watching Nate's trial along with a group of other women who admire him. She approaches Raymond Langston outside the courtroom, during a recess.]

Vivian: Well, you heard that expert- he's not responsible for his actions. Besides, the love of a good woman can change any man.

Raymond Langston: Why don't you tell that to the seven women we found buried under his floorboards?

[Vivian doesn't reply, but walks away when one of the other women in her group invites her to join their "prayer circle". Jim Brass walks past them and greets Raymond.]

Jim Brass: [Sarcastic] I see you've met the Brides of Haskell.

[A spikestrip has stopped Jason McCann and Timothy Johnson's van as they attempt to flee Las Vegas. A police roadblock and helicopter surrounds them and demands their surrender.]

Timothy Johnson: We gotta give up. We got no choice; look at all those guns.

Jason McCann: Shut up.

Jim Brass: You're surrounded! Get out of the car!

Jason McCann: I'll give up, but only to Stokes!

Nick Stokes: [From the blockade] Yeah, I'm here. So give up!

Jason McCann: I wanna talk to you!

Nick Stokes: We'll talk! Get outta there!

Timothy Johnson: Jason, look at me. Live to fight another day, remember?

[Jason cocks the pistol he's holding and stares coldly at Timothy, aiming the pistol at him.]

Ray: (to prisoners) Listen up! I want your sneakers! I want your jumps! I want your DNA! I want to see your hands! I want to see your eyes! This man you killed was a cop! So there will be consequences! Prison will not protect you!

Ray: Hey, it's Ray. I know you're working. I didn't expect you to answer, but, uh... you're the only one I can talk to. The only person who I think will truly understand this. At least, I hope you'll understand when I've done what I have to do. You know, we all make choices... live with the consequences. The only person I have ever loved...is dead. And now... There's only one thing left for me to do. Good-bye, Al.

Sara (to Greg): We have all had a moment in the dark where we had to fight our way out, and when we did, it was up to the rest of the team to shine a light on that darkness to see what happened. That's our job. I just need to know what I'm dealing with, and then I will deal with it.

Nick: (to Ray) You know, I'd give you a hug right now, but unfortunately, you're evidence, if you know what I mean.

D.B.: What color is the horse? (nobody answers) Really? No, it's a famous story. A traffic accident near a ranch, right? Several cars and a horse are involved. The horse is severely injured and the officer at the scene wants to put him out of his misery with his .357. Unfortunately, the bullet ricochets off the horse's skull and hits an officer standing nearby. Kills him dead as a doornail. And when this is all reported to the chief, the only question he asks, "What color's the horse?" There were seasoned investigators all over that scene for hours, taking notes, gathering evidence, but nobody noted the color of the horse.

Nick: If you miss one small detail, then who knows what else you've missed. 'Cause you never know what's important.

Catherine: Well, considering I've been shot in my side and cauterized by a hooker's curling iron, yeah, I guess so.

Nick (to Catherine): What are you saying?

Catherine: That I've been offered another job. With the FBI. I've decided to take it.

Sara: When?

Catherine: Well, it's effective immediately. I tendered my resignation. For real this time. You are all family which is why this is the hardest decision I've ever made. I mean, how could I leave this place? How could I leave all of you? But not only are you in great hands... but you... are a rock-solid, bad-ass team of criminalists and don't ever forget it.

Nick: We all just love you, Catherine and, you know, even though you're leaving, you'll always be here with us, always.

Brass: I think she's more than lying. I think we're looking at a modern Ma Barker here. You know, Ma Barker had four sons. Herman, Lloyd, Arthur and Fred. Masterminded her own Little Crime House on the Prairie.

David: Not me. The wife's pushing for a minivan. Bugging me about safety ratings and car seat compatibility.

Nick: So, do you have some news to share?

David: No, no, it's still hypothetical. But hypothetically, I don't want my kid's first impression of his dad to be some minivan-driving geek.

Nick: What are you worried about? Your kid's still gonna think you're the coolest guy on the planet. That is till Uncle Nicky comes over and picks him up in a GT500.

David: Thanks, man.

Nick: You're welcome.

D.B. (to Sara): Can you imagine? The whole world seems upside down to you, enemies in every shadow, never knowing for sure what's real and what's not, and then you finally meet two friends? People you have a dream in common with.

Sara: For once, you fit?

D.B.: Yeah. Like three gears, three damaged gears that are finally meshing, and they're working, they're racing, they're not just dreaming.

Sara: Until it all goes up in flames, because there really was someone lurking in the shadows.

Ted Danson: The show had a new way of coming at crime and murder and mayhem. Taking a scientific point of view on a crime show was new back then, and allowed viewers into the darker side of life in a way that wasn’t just cops-and-robbers.

Marg Helgenberger: Being involved in that show for close to 12 seasons was, certainly, the highlight of my career … and it had such a huge impact on my life. Being a part of a show that becomes a cultural phenomenon, that doesn’t happen very often. The phrase “the CSI effect” was coined because of the show, and just the amount of kids who were inspired to become criminologists – that’s certainly an impact I wouldn’t have anticipated when I began the show.

But they had asked me, “What do you think Grissom’s been doing?” And I said, “Well, I think he’s in the ocean. I think he’s sick of dead bodies and bugs, and he wants to save fish.” So we put that together, and then they said, “Well, what are we going to do about you and Sara? The fans are desperate for you to deal with that.” So I said, “Well, just let ’em sail off into the sunset!” [Laughs.] I mean, if that’s what they want, why at this point would we care? Give ’em what they want! And I just thought it was sort of nice, in that we’d tried to stay away from that stuff all along. We even tried at the end to just keep it as simple as possible: off they go onto the boat. So I was good with it. I just hope that the fans, the people who watched it, were happy about it.